Started with Skinny Jeans

Chapter One

Skinny jeans are the worst fashion trend since flair pants and arm bands. Whoever invented the idea that jeans would look better if all of your thighs are jammed into one place is insane. The worst part is that the jeans keep getting smaller and smaller. See, I think this as I fight with a pair of jeans, while stuck in a change room. My friend, Blair, had been outside of the room, telling me how good these pants would look if I just gave them I shot. So there I was, giving them a shot. Though I’d rather give them a literal shot, with a gun.

“Is there a bigger size of these? Blair? Do you think you could get me one?” I stared pointedly through the door, as if to stare at her. I didn’t hear a response, which isn’t uncommon. Whenever I go shopping or rather, do anything with Blair, she always ends up leaving me to flirt with some boys. Though this time I hoping she was still out there. Seriously, this was my time of need.

Finally, after much pain and suffering, I had stuffed my thighs, calves and just about everything else into these death traps. I opened the door with my eyes closed and a huge scowl positioned firmly on my face. Hoping to see Blair, I said “I hate you for making me do this”. I opened my eyes to see if Blair is actually there. Nope. But instead of a fair skinned, brown haired girl, I saw a tall, muscular, blond haired boy.  

“Um...I’m sorry...?” He looked up at me and mentioned. I was too dumbfounded to say anything so I just looked at him. Unsure what to do, I quickly moved back into the changing room.

“Miss, I’m sorry. Someone just asked me to sit outside this change room and tell you that you look nice if you come out. The girl just left, I don’t know where she went...” his voice trailing off at the end.

I opened the door and peeked out at him.

"Um, so well, I don't exactly know what to say other than I'm sorry." I slightly mumbled to the guy. He stood up and looked me in the eyes. Though he towarded over me, I could still see how pircing his blue eyes were. Man, they were beautiful. I looked up at him and just gazed for a second. It was a quick second because I realized that I was just gazing into the eyes of a guy I’ve never met.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind sitting outside of a change room, waiting for a pretty girl.” He looked like he just said something pretty cool. I just didn’t understand why. His face fell after a second, causing me to think over what he said. It took me a moment to realize that he had complimented me.

“Oh,” I giggled, realizing his comment, “thank you.”

He chuckled. “No problem.”

After a second I started to wonder where Blair had gone, she was my ride home and all.  

“Do you know where that girl who told you to stay here went? I kind of need her to drive me home.” asked.

He looked to the right, out of the changing area for a second, as if to see if she was there.

“Well, she left through that door, but I think that she is most likely not there anymore. She looked pretty intrigued by something outside.”

“Huh, not surprising. She usually leaves me. I’m  okay with it though, I usually take the bus home anyway."

He glanced down at me, with a thinking look upon his face.

"I know that I just met you, but if you wanted, you could catch a ride with me. I don't think that it is wise to send you out at 8 pm during a snow storm." He offered, looking down at me.

I thought to myself for a second, weighing the pros and cons. I quickly sent a text to Blair, saying I didn't need a ride home.

"That would be great, thank you so much. I'm just going to change back into pants that don't look horrible." I said mostly to myself. Seeing him smile, I turned and closed the door.

"Just for the record, I don't think that those jeans look horrible. I think they actually look pretty good on you." I heard him say from outside the door. I couldn't help but blush, I mean, who wouldn't?

Getting out of the skinny jeans is pretty much just as hard as getting into them. Except when you get of them you feel an odd sense of accomplishment. And freedom, don’t forget the fact that your legs can now breathe, and be free. I quickly tossed the evil pants onto the small bench in the change room. I then grabbed my looser pants and slid into them nicely, no fight required. I didn’t change my shirt in the first place so I picked up my purse and opened the door. Luckily, the attractive guy was still there.

I followed the guy to the front of the store. He stopped short and looked down at me, slightly distraught.

"I just realized that I never caught your name. So sorry, but what is your name?"

Noticing the same thing I responded with my name. "Quin. What about you? You have a name right?" I asked.

"Oh, I sure do. My name's Marco. Now that we've cleared that up, this way to my car." Marco opened the door that led the to parking lot. He held it open for me as I brushed by him to leave the mall. He followed me for a second and then took the lead. He brought us to gray pickup truck that was slightly rusted. You could tell that this car had been loved by many owners. Marco ran to the passenger side and opened the door for me.

"Oh, thank you." I mumbled awkwardly.

When we were both settled into the truck, Marco reached to turn on the radio. He switched it on to a classic rock station and started tapping his fingers to the beat. Starting the car he looked over to me and asked, "So, this may sound creepy, but to complete the purpose of me driving you home, where do you live?"

Chuckling, I told him my address. When we pulled up in front of my house all the lights were off and ther were no cars in the drive way. I realized that no one was home. I got slightly sad as tonight I didn't really feel like being alone. Marco must've noticed me looking a bit sad because he gave me an odd look.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, looking worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that I don't really want to be alone tonight." Marco thought for a second.

"Do you want me to stay with you? I'm not doing anything tonight." I pondered this for a moment. I wasn't sure how god of an idea it was, letting a random stranger into my house for the evening.

"I promise you that I won't hurt you." he said as if knowing my thoughts. Or I said them aloud, probably the latter.

"Yeah, you're saying your thoughts out loud, it's actually quite amusing." Going beat red, I turned away from him. I guess I didn't think before I spoke.

"No, I guess you don't think before you speak." Realizing that he had been hearing all my thoughts once again I shut up.

"But seriously, I promise I won't hurt you, and you can kick me out whenever you wish to." Marco had this slight pleading smile that made me want to let him inside. Making sure not to speak my thoughts again I thought over the pro's and con's. Finally, I decided that I'll let him stay with me for a little while, then kick him out.

"Okay, it would be great if you stayed with me." I told him. He grew a peasent smile as he opened his door to get out. He came around the other side and opened mine. Surprised about him opening my door again, I let out another awkward thank you. I guess chivarly wasn't dead.

"Oh, and thanks for the ride home, it was very kind of you." I said. He smiled and said, "No problem."

I took my keys out of my purse to open the door. I fiddled with them for a few seconds trying to find the right one to open the door. Finally, and triumphantly, I unlocked the door, letting us in. I reached to the left of the door and felt along the wall trying to find the light switch. Even after living in this house for 8 years, I still can't find it with my eyes closed. Soon, I found the switch. Turing on the light, I noticed my house wasn't empty as I thought. In front of me were all my family and friends, including Blair.

"Surprise! Happy Birthday!" they all yelled in unison at me and Marco who was beside me.