His Name Was Damian

thirty

Naomi

"What do we think about this one?"

Melanie stood in a pink, off the shoulder, tulle dress which was embedded with sequins and rhinestones in the bodice of the dress. A train followed and had flowers embedded in the skirt; it was a gorgeous dress that fit her perfectly. She stood in the mirror as she waited for Lana's and I's response.

"That's a winner for sure," Lana responds. "And your boobs look great in it too.

I laugh along with Melanie at Lana's response, "It's gorgeous, Melanie. You make the dress for sure."

Melanie smiles down at the dress before her smile fades and her attitude changes.

"What's wrong," I ask. "Is there something wrong with the dress?"

"No, I love the dress, it's just that I don't want to take your money or your mom's."

"Jesus, Mel, it's just a dress and we've already been over this. It's not that big of a deal and if it was, we wouldn't have offered. You're family." I gave her a reassuring smile and a push to the dressing room. "Now get changed so we can buy it."

Lana and I walked to the front of the store while we waited for Melanie.

"You're like a mom, Naomi," Lana says to me as I paid for Melanie's dress.

"Why does everyone keep saying that," I respond with a smile.

"Because it's true! You're literally paying for her dress like she's about to walk out with it on."

"I mean you're not wrong."

Melanie walks out of the dressing room, dress in hand, to give it to the cashier to bag. The cashier hands my card back to me and finishes bagging Melanie's dress. We then walk out of the store, heading to the food court to get some lunch.

"I think Melanie and I are getting some pizza, you getting something else or...?"

I think for a moment, "I think I'm going to get some Chinese food, but you guys pick where we sit at?"

"Okay, sounds good," Lana responds. "Text us if anything."

"Alright," and they walk away to the pizza stand. I walk in the opposite direction and order my Chinese food before Isla caught my eye. Debating on whether or not to get my food, I then decided to talk to Isla. She didn't notice that I had walked up behind her, so when she turned around, her face was contorted with confusion. It then turned into a smile, "Hey, Naomi, what's up."

"How could you do that," I question her, wanting to know why she would slip that tab into Damian's mouth.

"Do what?"

"You know what you did. You slipped a tab into Damian's mouth at my friend's birthday, don't deny it."

Isla crosses her arms, "So what if I did? It made the party more fun, I mean, I know I had a good time."

I slap her, "It was not fun! We had to rush Damian to the hospital because of you; he could've died! How immature do you have to be to know that?"