I stood in the center of a Macy's, and I was honestly about ready to throttle Mindy as she forced me into dress after dress, waiting for me to finally decide I didn't hate one of them.
"What about this pink one?" she asked groggily.
"Yeah, because that will happen." I took a sip of my soda (technically not allowed in the dressing room) and watched Mindy sort through twenty different dresses. "We can take a look at the 'maybe' pile." No more than four dresses sat on the floor, those I had deemed not barf-worthy. She pleadingly held up a navy blue dress with a black satin ribbon.
"Please, Mandy, we've been here for two hours." she begged. Officially the best part of this 'prom' was watching Mindy grovel. I pointed to a sales bin.
"If you can get me a dress out of there that is deep blue or black for less than twenty bucks, we're out of here." I suggested. She scrambled for the bin. She was put 'in charge' of me until the end of Junior year, so I was making the most of it. Sue me. She finally returned with a purple and black striped dress. I stared at the price tag. 22.96. Over budget, but so cute.
"Congrats." I said. "You ignored everything I said." I looked into her sad, sad eyes, and I could feel a flicker of a slightly familiar emotion. "But this will do."
What the hell was that? It was like I was feeling an emotion for another human being. I needed a shower, before I caught emotions.