Breathe Me

Chapter-6

Never put my love out on the line  

Never said yes to the right guy

Never had trouble getting what i want 

When it comes to u,i am never good enough

Chapter -6

Catherine

"WHAT'S THE BIG deal?" Joss flicked her wrist so fast, the hangers clicked as they slammed against each other. Shopping was a therapy for her. It kept her frayed nerves from driving her mad. I, on the other hand, could go mad shopping with her. It took her an hour to find one thing she liked enough to even try on, and then she'd force a shirt or an outfit I'd never possibly wear onto me and proceed to push me into a dressing stall. Yeah. It was like some kind of torture session, but it was the only time I could get her alone without Leah attached to her since the girl was at school. I needed advice, desperately enough to endure one of these retail therapy sessions.

"What do you mean, 'What's the big deal??' Haven't you been listening, Joss?" I groaned, rehanging a hideous blouse back on the sale rack, which she had just tossed in my direction. I blew out a breath, frustrated beyond belief. "I don't need clothes, I need help."

"That's for sure."

"Will you stop?"

"Okay, Okay. So Samuel's back. From what I take it, he wants you back and badly enough that he's willing to do whatever it takes. Still, you embarrassed yourself by losing your nerve to destroy his heart the way he did you in, way back when, and ended up throwing yourself into a panic attack, almost killing yourself in the process by running into traffic on the Strip. Right?"

"Right."

"I told you, you need help. Seriously. Mental help, a.s.a.p., like a code red."

"Grr.... Thanks," I huffed, rubbing my temples and ready to call it a day.

"Listen," Joss sighed right along with me, making it more obvious as she overtly rolled her eyes. She may have been a mom, but she was still young at heart. I think it was the only thing that saved her sanity when her husband died. "I get that you don't know if you want him back. But really? Six years is a long time to hold a grudge. Let it go. I say have fun, take it for what it's worth. He doesn't sound like the same guy who smashed your heart to smithereens. Give him a chance. If it doesn't work out, hey, at least he was a fine piece of meat to chew on. Plus, you can end your self-imposed celibacy."

"I'm not celibate."

"When's the last time you got laid?"

I blushed, turning to watch a few women standing nearby shake their heads and mutter under their breaths, flashing dirty looks toward us as they moved to the next isle of clothes. "Announce it to the world, please. Joss, you know I don't date. It's hard enough finding the right doctor who won't kill you, let alone someone who isn't a complete asshole. Don't be so hard on me. I don't see you dating either."

"As a matter of fact, Catherine, my love...." Joss's face flushed strawberry, and she was smiling to herself. So brass for sass.

"What's this one's name?"

"Adam Rosen."

I rolled my eyes. She hadn't dated much either, but in the last year, she'd more than made up for it. Another loser to add to the get back in the game with vengeance list.

"So is this Adam scoring on the normal IQ list or did he not quite make it?" I ducked, but Joss's bag still smacked me on the arm. "Ow! Watch it, crazy!" I laughed as she brought it around to smack me again, hitting the rack hard. A pile of pants fell to the floor, slipping off the clips which had held them. "Oh shit!" I ducked, hoping the store clerks were not anywhere near us. We giggled as we gathered up the pieces of clothing and snapped them haphazardly onto the hangers. Once we were done, we were so flushed from laughing we decided to leave the store before they figured out who had messed up the pants display. Joss always found a way to lighten my mood, even if it was by acting like an immature teen girl.