Reno and Weisz

chapter 12: reno realizes something

chapter 12: reno realizes something

~reno~

       "What about this?" Weisz asks, holding up a black leather jacket.

       I stare at the piece of clothing for a bit. "For me or for you? Because I'd rather not wear something a lot of people probably will wear."

       Weisz furrows his eyebrows as he looks at the leather jacket. "What makes you think a lot of people are going to wear one?"

       I look through the racks of clothes to try to find something to wear to the dance on Friday. I normally don't go back on clothes, but seeing as there is a theme for the dance, I'm going to have to find something that fits the theme so I don't stand out more than I already do. "Simple. When you think of 50's, what kind of people do you think of?"

       "Greasers," Weisz says.

       "Right. And what do greasers wear?"

       Weisz looks at the leather jacket before looking back at me. "Please wear the leather jacket. You already look so cool. You'd look even cooler with the leather jacket."

       "I'd rather not."

       "What if I tell you that you'd look hot?"

       I look up at Weisz, seeing that he was completely serious. "Huh?"

       "I said what I said. Please?"

       I stare at Weisz for a bit, honestly a bit tempted to go through with it simply because he said I would look hot. I don't even know why that's the reason I'm tempted to wear it. I don't care how people think I look.

       But apparently, I care how Weisz thinks I look for some reason.

       In the end, I shake my head as I turn my attention back to the racks. "I'd rather not."

       Weisz sighs as he puts the leather jacket back on the rack. "You hurt me, Reno."

       "I am so terribly sorry that I hurt you simply because I don't want to wear a leather jacket to the school dance. Whatever can I do to make it up to you?"

       "Wear the jacket."

       "Do you have some sort of weird fantasy with leather jackets?"

       "If I say yes, will you wear it?"

       I look at Weisz once again, very tempted to say something that will hopefully fluster him. I absolutely love teasing him, and I take every opportunity I find to tease him. "Ah, so you fantasize about me?"

       That one sentence is enough to fluster Weisz, causing his cheeks to blush a deep red. "W-What? No."

       I smile at him, picking up a shirt from the rack to examine it. "Your blush says otherwise. Unfortunately, I won't allow you to live out your fantasy because I won't be wearing the leather jacket. Why don't you wear it?"

       "Because it would look cooler on you than on me. You have piercings and a tattoo."

       "The leather jacket would cover my tattoo."

       "My point still stands." Weisz looks at the red button-up shirt I hold in my hand. "I change my mind. Wear that instead. It matches your hair."

       "Wow, you're very fickle," I say. "What happened to your leather jacket fantasy?"

       Weisz glares at me. "I don't have one."