Aw, I feel so loved . I mean, I got six reviews last chapter! And, I'm at fifty reviews! I love you guys. Well, enough of my author babble, and onto the story!
Nina (The next day)
"How do I look?" Amber asked, twirling around in the hundredth dress that she'd found. I was surprised that the department store still had dresses on their racks. "Awesome, Amber, just like you did with the last one," I said, sighing. Amber gasped, looking at herself in the mirror. "What's up?" I asked, coming over. "My butt is ginormous!" she said, turning around to reveal a really bony bum. "Amber, you are beautiful naturally, trust me," I said, putting my arms around her shoulders. "But…boys will think I'm fat," she whispered, tears threatening to spill. "No, they WON'T. Now, you go get out of that dress and we will go on a coffee run. Lattes on me," I promised her.
She sighed, obviously calculating the calories of a latte. "Amber, you are beautiful. Alfie will never judge, whether you are skinny or not," I said. She nodded, and headed back to the dressing room. I smiled, and sat down on a bench outside the dressing rooms.
A cute, blonde-haired boy with brown highlights and a nice tan came over. "Hi," he said, a smile tickling his lips. "Aren't you Nina Martin? Ian Watson," he said, holding out his hand. "Yeah, I'm Nina. What are you doing in a girly department store?" I asked, taking his hand. "Oh, um…" he flushed a deep scarlet. "I kind of saw you with your friend…" "Oh, well, thank you! Um…" I didn't know what to do. An actual fan! And a cute one at that…but I had Fabian. "Um, you probably get this every day, but you are really beautiful."
"Aw, thank you! You too! I mean…" I blushed. He laughed. "I get it. Look…do you…I mean…" he shook his head. "Do you want to go out with me?" I was speechless. A really cute guy whom I'd just met asked me out! What was I supposed to do? I could hear Fabian's voice in my mind, saying 'I love you' over and over again. Within a heartbeat of him asking, I said, "No, thanks. I already have a boyfriend." He looked at me, and I could've sworn I could see something change in his eyes. He just nodded. "Can I at least get a hug?" he asked. I nodded, and he embraced me, his fingers just lingering a moment at my lower back.
Right after he left, Amber popped out of the dressing room, as bubbly as ever. "Ready to go?" I asked. "Yep!" she said, and started talking nonstop about how great Paris would be (we were leaving in three days) and how she'd have to find the most perfect dress before then.
I cut her off by asking, "Want to take a taxi or the limo?" "Let's travel in style," she said, meaning the second choice. I nodded, and reached into my back pocket to grab my phone. I came up empty. I tried my other pocket, but it just slipped down to the seam of the denim. I yanked my hands down my front pocket, but to no avail. I cursed under my breath. "I must've left in the store," I told Amber, and turned around to enter the store again, when Ian came running up to me from nowhere. "Hey, I forgot my jacket in the store, and I found your phone," he said, handing it to me. "Thanks, Ian," I said, putting it into my pocket. "No problem," he said, staring at me with his deep blue eyes.
"Well, let's go," I said to an awestruck Amber, and pulled her away, ignoring Ian as he called after me to wait up.
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"He was really cute," Amber said as we sat down at a table. We were at Jimmy's Java, a privately owned restaurant that was even better than Starbucks. It was the place Amber and I always ended up going to after her shopping trips. "Yeah," I said, stirring my latte furiously with a mixing stick. "He didn't even notice me," she whispered. "Do you think it was because…?" "No, Amber. He was just returning my phone. If anything, he was mesmerized by the amount of apps on my phone," I promised.
"Wow, you go here too?" I heard a voice ask. I turned around to see Ian, an iced coffee in hand. "Um, yeah," I said. "We seem to have a lot in common," he continued. "I hardly call liking the same coffee shop a lot in common," I said, standing up to dump my still-full cup in the garbage. "Well, why don't you go out with me and we can find out," he purred, stepping closer to me. "Get away, creep!" I exclaimed, sidestepping him and walking fast in the other direction. "Hey!" he said as I dumped my drink in the trashcan and dragging Amber out of the door. I felt a hand on my arm, and I whirled around and punched him in the face. "Ow," he said, clutching his face. "Yeah, you deserve it," I said, and quickly called a cab.
Sorry that it's short. I'm sort of running out of ideas.
