Torn

Chapter Five

Torn; Chapter Five

"Well, this is a nice house you have here," Simon complimented, looking around at everything. 

"You would have thought so sooner if you had visited," I mumbled.  

"What?" 

"Nothing." I flicked through Twitter, seeing thousands of tweets to Uncle Simon about the USA. I laughed as I saw one from @Harry_Styles. 

@Harry_Styles : @LouisTomlinson is threatening to push me out a window!!!!!!! :'( 

"You get weird tweets." I laughed again at the random tweet from a weird guy. 

"Seems as I do," he replied with a laugh. He was typing something on his iPhone as I typed something on mine. 

@SimonCowell , your fans are crazy!! Love you! 

@madisonkesleyxo Sure are, love! Glad to be in your home, but you will be in mine Friday afternoon. 

"Way to go," I say, reading the tweet, "Just let everyone know I am moving." 

"Sorry. Anyway, have you got a dress for the funeral?" 

"No, I don't wear dresses."  

"You need a dress. Come on, let's go shopping." He leads me out the door and to his rented car. I sigh as we pull into the mall parking lot ten minutes later.  

"Stay out of the view of a lot of old people," I laugh as we walk inside. He pulls me into one of those family hugs so I hug him back. It is kind of awkward considering he has only met me twice before.  

"Okay, what dress?" he says as I look around. I rummage through the racks of dresses. I look over to see my uncle holding a long, skinny, white dress with flowers along the waist line. 

"It's a funeral, not a wedding." I say with a laugh. I pick up a short black dress with a tutu type bottom. He shakes his head. I say no to a million more then finally find one. It isn't too long or too short. It is a deep purple with black lace flowers across it. I show it to z 

Simon, who gives me a thumbs up. I go to the dressing room and try it on. It hits my mid-thigh. I like it. I twirl around, feeling like an actual girl for the first time in a while. I slither out of it and take it to the cash register. Simon pays because, as always, I am broke. 

"Thanks for the dress," I say when we get in the car. 

"No problem. If you ever need clothes, just ask," he replies as we drive away from the mall.