Size doesn't matter with love. M.C

10

We arrive in town about half an hour after we were sitting on the train.

"So where are we gonna go?"

"I was thinking the mall maybe"

"Yeah what's the time now?"

"11. Your Aunty doesn't care what time we get back so I thought if you wanted to we could maybe check into a hotel."

"But Michael, how are we gonna pay for all this?"

"I'll pay."

"But you probably don't have the money."

"My parents gave me 500 bucks to spend summer with my best friend."

"But i'm not Jake-"

"So? And plus I have like 200 dollars in my bank account."

"Still, I'm not letting you spend it on me."

"Well its my money and I don't mind doing it."

"Alright. Where's the mall?"

"About a ten minute walk."

"Oh ok"

So we walk until we get to the mall. We go in and have a look at various shops.

"Do you want some jeans?" He asks.

Oh my god.

"Uh Michael I'm good."

"Why don't you want anything?"

"Shopping for clothes isn't my uhh.... Thing."

"Nirvanah I'm not going to judge you."

"But I don't think they make jeans my size." I sigh.

"Yeah they will. C'mon I know a shop for you." He says as we walk to this so called 'shop'

We get there about 5 minutes later, and Michael said to have a look. The had heaps of different types. Skinny ones, high wasted ones, ones that were slimming and ones that were baggy.

"Michael what do I get?"

"Well pick ones you like and then color then yeah."

"But I don't even know what size I would be."

"Well pick the size you'd normally wear."

"Okay." I say picking up a 20 in black skinny jeans and a pair of slimming but not skinny, black pair.

I then head to the dressing rooms, Michael behind me. He stands outside while I put on the skinny jeans. I get up and try to button them. Too tight.

"Uhhh Michael?" I say. This is going to be embarrassing.

"Yeah?"

"Can you uhhh...."

"What? I'm not gonna judge you. Just tell me what size and I'll get it."

"Can you get me a 22 please?" I sigh.

"Sure."

He comes back with it along with a bigger size in the other jeans.

"Thank you."

I pull them up and do them up. Perfect fit.

"Let's have a look." He says.

"Nice fit aye?"

"Yeah I really like them." I say. Holy shit I'm actually wearing skinny jeans.

"How many pairs do you want?"

"Can I have these ones and do they have any in my size of the ones that are black and white stripes?"

"Yep."

"Thank you Michael."

"Its okay darling. I show you a few other shops too of you want?"

"Okay. You sure?"

"Yeah. Anything for you my friend."

So Michael payed and we went to another store.

I tried on some clothes such as a few tops and a leather jacket. Them Michael took me to star bucks.

"Thank you so much Michael." I say taking a sip of my drink.

"That's alright hun."

"I feel bad though. I'll pay you back."

"Don't bother. So where do you wanna go now? Hire a crocodile bike thing and ride it around the bays. We could get some ice cream maybe too."

"Okay then" I say, taking another sip of my drink.

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Hey guys!

So I hope you guys are enjoying my story so far please let me know what you think or what you might like to happen cuz let's just say, i'm starting to run out of ideas.

Thank you again guys love y'all.

Katelin :D