Flick of the Wrist ↠Maylor↞✔

I1I - "C"

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I think Freddie is trying to kill me.

"What do you think, dear?" Freddie holds up a pair of long, silky black bottoms that look really, really sparse and tiny. I wouldn't be surprised if they did fit on him, maybe not the right way. "I think we shouldn't be looking in the woman's section." I peer about at a few women and workers looking over at us and giving strange glances as Freddie and I stand between tight racks of women's bottoms. I hug my arms over my chest, my long, orange-yellow shirt moving up my small frame a bit.

"Roger, haven't I told you this for the thousandth time already? The woman's sections always have the best outfits! Especially if we're going to that frat party tonight, I need to look my best!" Freddie grins widely, grabbing another hanging pair of bottoms and started walking down the aisle down towards the dressing area, and I follow close behind. "We?" I questioningly repeat, cringing at the thought. We had only just gotten into college, and everyone's already having a party?

Maybe I would want to go, but I don't think Cory would quite like the idea of me going to a party, especially with Freddie. Freddie isn't exactly Cory's favorite. They've had a lot of tension in the past, and I would hate to hear another lecture from Cory about how much Fred is a "bad influence" on me. He never listens when I tell him that Freddie is one of the only people I trust... besides him.

"Yes, of course, we. What? You don't want to see me meet my soulmate?" He stops once we reach one of the dressing room doors and he spins towards me and shows off his right wrist, a big grin on his dark face. I stare at his wrist and examine the small letter in black ink displayed on his skin. I have to lean my head slightly forward to see it better,
"J"

I curve my lips to the side and roll my eyes, "I don't have to. You'll talk about it tomorrow during our coffee break, anyways-"

His smile fades and he drops his arms disapprovingly, almost like he's disappointed in me not going to a stupid little student frat party. "But that's beside the point, Rog!" He opens the door of the little box room and walks inside to hang his clothing choices up on one of the handles on the wall, but turns to me, who's standing out of the room. "Don't you want to make a good first impression? You might meet people that are in your classes and you can make more friends beside me. Also, if you don't go to this one you probably won't want to party at all this semester! C'mon, it's the beginning of the year!"

He was always really convincing, I should have known. I may want to go more than I thought... I don't really want to be alone as I have literally no classes with Freddie while Cory would never go to college. He even hates the fact that I'm even going to college, he says it's a waste of time. But how would I know? It's only been a day, and now today it is Sunday. It may be a bad idea to get hung over the night before my morning classes, but it could shape my time in school.

"Alright, I'll go." I finally say, causing the corners of Freddie's lips to curl up again. "Great! Now lemme' go change into these pairs and see what you think-" with that, he shuts the door in my face and I already hear rustling about as Freddie starts to change.

I sigh and collapse down Bordley onto the short bench sat in front of the little room. I contemplate what I agreed to, and I already start making excuses in my head to tell Cory. Maybe I could tell him that I'm going out to study... that might be the most believable thing. How long will I even be out? I know I'll be drinking, but I forbid myself to be out overnight.

I bite the skin on the inside of my cheek as I lift up my own wrist, thinking about what Freddie had said about "finding his soulmate" at the party. I closely analyze mine, not being too happy about what had always displayed on it. What has displayed smalley ever since 2 years ago when I met Cory and started dating him only a month later. The letter "C" shows there, nothing else. It's only one letter. It has always only been one letter. Cory and I should be close enough already... so why isn't the rest of his name showing?