Another dress, but Arleta still hated how she looked. "You look beautiful, just pick a random dress; you've looked beautiful in them all." Evan was tired now. Arleta looked pretty in everything, but she kept on picking out some other 'flaw' that no one gave a crap about. "Ari, gave a random dress and let's pay." Evan sighed. "Have you been listening, Evan? Which flaw stuck out the least in what dress?" Arleta asked.
"How about the black dress with the silver sequins and the navy blue belt?" Evan asked. "That's all I needed, boy." Arleta chuckled. "'Boy'?" Evan was confused with the sudden slang. He knew that her brothers used slang terms like 'boy', 'girl', 'maggot', 'faithful', and whatnot; but he never heard her say the literal slang as if it were her own. It irked him, but he brushed it off. Arleta didn't even notice. "Arleta." Someone said from behind the door.
It took Arleta a minute to realize she recognized the voice, but she couldn't place it. Arleta popped her head out the door, and stared at the man standing right outside the door. "I can recognize that voice anywhere, traitor." The man added. "Sir, I'm sorry- but I have no clue what you're talking about and I don't have any pants on right now. I can talk, just give me a minute." Arleta chuckled, closing the door. How peculiar. Electric blue eyes, almost like an angel. Arleta got her jeans on and grabbed her stuff before stepping out the door again.
"Sir?" Arleta called out. The man was no where to be seen, but she didn't hear him leave either. Who was that guy? Whatever, no possible awkward family reunion now. Arleta put the dresses she wasn't going to buy back, and walked over to Evan. He seemed dazed, even more so than usual. Arleta snapped her fingers a few times in front of Evan's face before he came back to reality.
The couple got online with a bunch of snobby teenage girls getting dresses for their Sweet 16 or something.
Stop disrespecting your father, girl.
Who let you outside the house with that attitude?
Whoever told you that screaming at your 'manager' was okay in public?
Did no one ever teach you manners?
We all know that your hair is not naturally Elsa blonde, stop bragging.
I'd love to hear more about how your hairdresser works on Beyonce's hair as well.
I've lost faith in humanity. I hate all of you.
Yes, I know my eyes look beautiful.
Would you stop begging me for my eyes? I'm an angel of the lord, I can murder you.
Excuse you?
"That was hell." Arleta said to Evan as they got outside of the dress shop. "Do you want me to buy you a tuxedo for this evening?" Arleta asked Evan. "I think my ragged one will do, Ari." Evan sighed. "You look hungry." Arleta noted out loud. "How'd you know?" Evan asked. "I'm your mother figure." Arleta replied. "You are not." Evan argued. "We're in the same grade; you're just over protective." Evan corrected. "Yeah, yeah. Same place as usual?" Arleta chuckled.
Evan and Arleta went to their usual dining place, The Writer's Pub, and got seated automatically. "Ever notice that they put a candle and seat us right next to the most beautiful scenery, every time?" Evan asked. "I noticed a while back, but they've always done that for me." Arleta replied, not looking up. "Why wouldn't you say something?" Evan asked. "Because, this is the place I took my son before he got taken away from me. I take people I'm overprotective of here, too. You see? I don't note it out loud because I always wait for them to note it." Arleta sighed, putting her menu down.
