"Brodie would die to see you in this," Hannah said. She had picked up a corset and pressed it up against herself.
"Ugh. Brodie's not like that, Hannah," I said. She put it back on the rack. We were in the only remotely punk store in the mall. It's awesome; it sells the best punk band shirts.
"Come on, Darcy. Every guy would want to see you in one of those," Hannah said and started going through the Fall Out Boy shirts. She picked out a few and put them on the counter, then went back to looking.
"Oh my gosh, Darcy. Look at this," Hannah picked up a shirt that had 'I ♥ Punk Boys' written across the front in big letters.
"Cool!" I said and went back to the Panic! at the Disco shirts I was looking at.
"You should buy it," she commented.
"No way," I said.
"Then I'll get it for myself," Hannah said and threw it to an employee. He smiled and put it with the rest of our stuff on the counter. She took a bottle of Vault out of her purse. I was starting to worry about her addiction. I didn't want to have to put her in rehab.
I picked out a few more shirts and I was finished. Hannah was standing at the counter already.
"Let me pay for it," Hannah said.
"No, let me," I said. She usually paid, so I knew I should.
"No, I'm in a really good, spend-y mood right now. I'll tell you why in a minute."
When we got out of the store, Hannah immediately started talking about her fling with Tyler that was 'rudely' interrupted by her parents last night. I was happy for her, even though I felt like I had heard it a thousand times. Everything she said had happened with her a lot, whether it was with Tyler or someone else before him.
Hannah took us into Victoria's Secret. I felt totally weird in there. We went to the back of the store. She picked up a pair of fishnets.
"I think these would look totally hot under ripped jeans, don't you?" Hannah said. I nodded in agreement. I picked up a pair to check them out for myself.
"Tyler will die when he sees me in these. And so will the other guys at school," Hannah said.
"If you're wearing them under ripped jeans, the other guys won't really notice," I commented.
"Why limit myself to jeans? Why not skirts, short dresses?" Hannah said, not really asking a question, just wondering aloud. She grinned and ran to the counter. I followed.
"Are you trying to make Tyler jealous?" I asked. She turned around and opened her eyes wide.
"Why would I? He's absolutely amazing and I don't want anyone but him."
"Hmm," I said. She always gave in if there was something more when I said 'hmm'.
"Okay, Tyler seems distracted. I want him to see that I realize he's not all there and that I can do whatever I want. Plus, he'll be totally in awe of me in these tights." I wasn't too sure if that made a lot of sense, but I kind of got what she was saying. I think.
"Maybe you should talk to Tyler before you go all out weapon of mass distraction," I said.
"Oh, I will. But you can guarantee I'll be wearing my tights, even if just under jeans, when I talk to him."
I stared blankly at my computer screen. I had been printing page after page of music to play on my saxophone. My train of thought went to Brodie and Jake, and I had a feeling it wasn't coming back any time soon. All kinds of people were IM-ing me, but I was so out that I didn't pay any attention.
How was I going to talk to Jake about Brodie and me? I couldn't just ignore him forever; I had to tell him. Or should I tell Brodie that I don't want to be all-exclusive just yet? I like Jake and Brodie, but in totally different ways. Yes, I like Brodie more. But only because I've known and liked him forever. I love him as a friend. But Jake is a really great person; I couldn't just abandon him. And everyone knows 'just friends' is practically murdering someone who likes you. I like him a lot. If I could have both of them, I'd take that option. But I can't. So I must suffer.
Hey, hey little razorblade, girl you're so, so dangerous. My phone was ringing. I scrambled through the pile of clothes beside my desk before I found the jeans that I had my cell phone in. The screen said it was Brodie.
"Hello?" I said. I was kind of nervous but totally excited that he called me.
"Hey, Darcy," he said, "Do you want to go to the movies with me and the guys tomorrow night?" he said. I was excited. I loved all the guys like brothers, but it wouldn't be a very personal date with all his friends in tow.
"I'd love to," I said.
"I promise I'll take you somewhere by ourselves soon. I got to go, Mom needs me to help her make supper," he said.
"Okay. See you later," I said.
"Bye," he said and hung up. My phone rang immediately after I hung up. Jake.
"Hey, Jake," I said.
"Hey. Um, I was just wondering if you want to out to dinner tomorrow night," he said. He sounded so sweet! He's got a voice that's like honey.
"Oh, sorry, I've got plans tomorrow night. How about Wednesday? That's the only day this week I don't have band practice, sorry" I said.
"Oh, I have football then. How about Saturday? It's a while from now, but I think it will work for both our schedules," he said. Mmm, that honey voice.
"That works for me! See you Monday at school, okay?" I said.
"Ok, Darcy. Bye," he said and hung up. I turned off my phone, afraid I'd get even more calls. It won't hurt to let them go to voicemail.
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