kept looking at the clock and ticking down in my head how much time I had before I needed to get back home.
I wished I was alone. I regretted having him tag along, but I didn’t want to hear him complain about my leaving him behind. I was also hopeful that if I was nice to him, he would be nice back by going out tonight.
“I was thinking that maybe you should buy an air bed or something. Your couch isn’t very comfortable,” he said.
“It’s not meant to be slept on,” I said. “Shouldn’t your apartment be ready by now?”
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that,” he said. “You know they were painting my place, well they decided to renovate the whole building and then sell it. I need to find a new place to live.”
“So then find one,” I said as I pulled into the mall’s parking garage.
I was tired of all his excuses. He needed to get out of my apartment.
“I was thinking maybe I should buy something. We make a good team and–”
“Don’t even finish that thought. I don’t want to hear it,” I said.
I parked the car and hurried towards the entrance. Dennis rushed to catch up with me, but I wasn’t in the mood. I was there for one purpose–to find the cutest thing possible to wear tonight.
“Let me finish,” he said. “We could buy a place together and the mortgage will save us money instead of us paying rent separately.”
“Have you lost your mind? I don’t want to buy a house with you. I don’t want to live with you either. I only let you stay with me because you don’t have anywhere else to go.”
Even as I said it, I began to question it. Dennis always had a lot of friends. And even though he hadn’t said anything about his dating, I knew it wasn’t like him to be alone for as long as he had been.
He followed me through the department store and into the mall.
“Why are you following me? I thought you needed to get jeans,” I said.
He winced and raised his eyebrows at me. I hated acting like a bitch, but Dennis deserved it.
Oh no, now he’s going to make me feel guilty. Don’t do it, Jackie. Don’t do it!
“There’s a new style I want to try on,” he said. “I need your opinion on how they look.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“I promise it won’t take long,” he said, his eyes pleading with me.
Don’t do it!
“Just one pair?” I asked.
“Just one. I swear,” he said. “I know you don’t have a lot of time.”
Sighing, I looked at the stores surrounding us. Dennis’s favorite store was on the way to Torque, my favorite clothing store. Despite how much I wanted to, I couldn’t say no. I was too nice. Sometimes I hated myself for that.
“Alright, fine,” I said. “But just one pair.”
We entered the store and Dennis went straight for the wall with its shelves of jeans. I wandered over to a circular rack with shirts hanging on it and checked the time.
Forty-five minutes.
Dennis took a small stack of jeans into the dressing room. A minute later he stepped out in one of the jeans and walked to the three way mirror.
“What do you think?” he asked.
I glanced at his jeans.
“They look fine,” I said.
“It looks like I don’t have an ass. They look baggy back there.”
“Are you serious?”
“See?” he asks.
He tugs the seat of the jeans and I nod. He was right, the jeans were baggy.
“Gimme a sec to try on another pair,” he said.
Before I could answer he disappeared into the dressing room again. After a minute he stepped out in a pair of really faded jeans.
“These look like something out of the eighties,” he said. “I have another pair to try.”
Sighing, I looked at my watch again as he changed. How did ten minutes pass?
“Dennis,” I said as I knocked on his door, “We have to leave in half an hour. I’m going to the store.”
He opened the door and stepped out in another pair of jeans that fit perfectly.
“No, wait,” he said. “I think these are it, but the denim is kinda thin.” He waved over a
I wished I was alone. I regretted having him tag along, but I didn’t want to hear him complain about my leaving him behind. I was also hopeful that if I was nice to him, he would be nice back by going out tonight.
“I was thinking that maybe you should buy an air bed or something. Your couch isn’t very comfortable,” he said.
“It’s not meant to be slept on,” I said. “Shouldn’t your apartment be ready by now?”
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that,” he said. “You know they were painting my place, well they decided to renovate the whole building and then sell it. I need to find a new place to live.”
“So then find one,” I said as I pulled into the mall’s parking garage.
I was tired of all his excuses. He needed to get out of my apartment.
“I was thinking maybe I should buy something. We make a good team and–”
“Don’t even finish that thought. I don’t want to hear it,” I said.
I parked the car and hurried towards the entrance. Dennis rushed to catch up with me, but I wasn’t in the mood. I was there for one purpose–to find the cutest thing possible to wear tonight.
“Let me finish,” he said. “We could buy a place together and the mortgage will save us money instead of us paying rent separately.”
“Have you lost your mind? I don’t want to buy a house with you. I don’t want to live with you either. I only let you stay with me because you don’t have anywhere else to go.”
Even as I said it, I began to question it. Dennis always had a lot of friends. And even though he hadn’t said anything about his dating, I knew it wasn’t like him to be alone for as long as he had been.
He followed me through the department store and into the mall.
“Why are you following me? I thought you needed to get jeans,” I said.
He winced and raised his eyebrows at me. I hated acting like a bitch, but Dennis deserved it.
Oh no, now he’s going to make me feel guilty. Don’t do it, Jackie. Don’t do it!
“There’s a new style I want to try on,” he said. “I need your opinion on how they look.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“I promise it won’t take long,” he said, his eyes pleading with me.
Don’t do it!
“Just one pair?” I asked.
“Just one. I swear,” he said. “I know you don’t have a lot of time.”
Sighing, I looked at the stores surrounding us. Dennis’s favorite store was on the way to Torque, my favorite clothing store. Despite how much I wanted to, I couldn’t say no. I was too nice. Sometimes I hated myself for that.
“Alright, fine,” I said. “But just one pair.”
We entered the store and Dennis went straight for the wall with its shelves of jeans. I wandered over to a circular rack with shirts hanging on it and checked the time.
Forty-five minutes.
Dennis took a small stack of jeans into the dressing room. A minute later he stepped out in one of the jeans and walked to the three way mirror.
“What do you think?” he asked.
I glanced at his jeans.
“They look fine,” I said.
“It looks like I don’t have an ass. They look baggy back there.”
“Are you serious?”
“See?” he asks.
He tugs the seat of the jeans and I nod. He was right, the jeans were baggy.
“Gimme a sec to try on another pair,” he said.
Before I could answer he disappeared into the dressing room again. After a minute he stepped out in a pair of really faded jeans.
“These look like something out of the eighties,” he said. “I have another pair to try.”
Sighing, I looked at my watch again as he changed. How did ten minutes pass?
“Dennis,” I said as I knocked on his door, “We have to leave in half an hour. I’m going to the store.”
He opened the door and stepped out in another pair of jeans that fit perfectly.
“No, wait,” he said. “I think these are it, but the denim is kinda thin.” He waved over a
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