*This a series of drabbly things I wrote in class. I'll try to update every other day. See if you can guess who's talking.
(The title of this series is an awesome Fall out Boy track, but I might change it, depending on he mood of the stories)
I own neither Friends, nor F.O.B.
I wear black shoes.
When I want looks, I wear razor thin black stilettos (the ones that make it seem like my legs go on for days)
When I want stares, I wear strappy barely-there black sandals (the kind that usually accompany a short barely-there dress)
When I want to hear jealous conversations, I wear my black heeled boots (the too-high-too-tight ones that only ever make it to the salon)
With them I wear my ratty old black tennis shoes (the ones I haven't been able to throw out since 8th grade)
They've always seem more concerned with what's under my hat.