Chapter Thirty-Seven: Jessica's P.O.V.
"You know you're really lucky," Caitie told me as Dave walked away to answer his phone. "Dave's a really great guy."
"I know. He's a lot different than I thought he'd be. I mean, all of this that he's doing for me is just so sweet."
"Yeah, he makes sure women are treated like queens. That's for sure."
"Did you guys date?"
"For awhile in my sophomore year, his junior year in high school."
"Excuse me for being nosey or whatever, but if he treats women so great, why did you guys break up?" I asked, curiously.
"I screwed up, which I think is one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I started going out with his best friend while still with Dave and he found out. And you're not being nosey, after all, you should know some history on your boyfriend."
"Oh, we're not officially boyfriend and girlfriend," I told her.
She raised her eyebrows. "You could've fooled me."
"Alright, ladies, enough chit-chat, let's get busy," Dave said, walking over.
Another hour and a half later, Dave and I walked out of Stargazer's with countless bags of clothes. The total cost of our little shopping spree: over thirty thousand dollars. He could've just bought me a new car for that.
"How am I ever going to pay you back, Dave?"
"You won't have to. Being my friend is good enough," he smiled and got into the car.
I sighed and sat down in the passenger's seat of the car. "Man, all that shopping wore me out. Can we go home?"
"Hell no. Don't even try and get yourself out of getting your belly button pierced because it's not going to happen."
"But, Dave! I really don't want to!"
"How about I make you a deal? If you get yours pierced, so will I."
"That's a line of bull."
"I'm serious, Jess. I will."
Though I had almost no interest in getting a belly button ring, I did, however, have and interest in Dave getting it done.
"Fine. But you go first," I told him.
"Fair enough. But if you try to leave on me, I will personally hold you down and have them do it," he said, in all seriousness. "Because I'm not gonna walk around with a belly button ring and you not have one."
"Alright. Let's go."
About twenty minutes later we arrived at some tattoo and piercing parlor. "Are you ready?" Dave asked me.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied as we walked inside.
That night, I sat in the living room, playing with my newly pierced belly button.
"The guy said you aren't supposed to mess with that," Dave said, walking into the room with two sodas and handing me one.
"I can't help it. I'm not used to something sticking out of my stomach," I replied as Dave chuckled.
"It's not sticking out of your stomach, Jess. But I see your point. I was the same way when I got my tongue pierced. I was constantly clicking it against my teeth."
"You have your tongue pierced?"
"Yeah, but I don't wear the ring that much anymore, especially if I'm wrestling."
"You should wear it more."
"Why? Would you like it?" he smirked.
"Maybe. It would definitely be a different experience," I said, moving over to the couch to sit beside him. "But right now, I think I'll stick with the regular experiences."