Short Stories

Jake and Gianna

First Fight

Gianna's pov:

"I'm hungry...." Jake whines, as we walk into the mall....

AFTER.

WE.

JUST.

HAD.

DINNER.

"Jake we just ate." I whine back, dragging him to the first store I saw, instantly feeling giddy about the new rack of clothes getting ready for the winter season.

"But the long car ride made me hungry again."

"But we walked here?"

"That's my point!"

"It was directly across the street!"

"Your point is...?" He mutters, grabbing my arm and leaning into while putting his head slightly on my shoulder.

"Aren't you one for PDA?"

"Mhhhhm why do you even like shopping, it's so boring...." he whines again.

"How is buying clothes boring? It's fun treating yourself."

"You know what is also fun that involves treating yourself?"

"What?"

"Food."

"Jake!"

He slightly smirks and stays clinging to me the whole time we were in that store and the next, but I wasn't able to find anything that I wanted yet.

I'm that type of shopper, I only get what I really like, otherwise why even waste my money?

After a while, I found a cute red dress and slightly push Jake away from me.

"Nooooo."

"I have to try this onnnn" I laugh, pushing his face away as I look around for a cloths fitting area.

"That looks your size just get it."

"We are no going to the food court just yet don't rush me."

"Dang it."

After asking an employee for help, she leads me to more of a hidden section of the store where the dressing rooms were.

I mumble a thank you to the employee and head in.

Surprisingly, it fit perfectly.

Usually I would always try on the wrong size at first, resulting in having to try on a different size.

I look at myself, smiling in the mirror, happy with how it looked.

Like I said, it was a red dress that was tight around my stomach but loose as it reached my mid thigh. It was a v- neck, but thankfully it did not show any cleavage.

I don't know why but I always have been like that. I just don't feel comfortable showing too much skin around people, it's just how I am, but it's not like I body shame myself or anything.

I've always been pretty content. I have never felt obsessed or downgraded with myself, it was more like an 'eh' kinda feeling.

I was just fine with how I looked, I feel like I have more of an average body type which I'm more than okay with.

After taking one last glance at myself then fixing my glasses, I take a step out of the fitting room to show Jake the dress.

The only probably was.... he wasn't there.