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“Beth, that looks beautiful!” I stare in awe at the shimmering navy blue dress, cinched at the waist and ruffles all around the skirt.
Bethany pushes her breasts up and together, saying “hmm” as she inspects every detail, and pulls at the slightly puffy, elbow-length sleeves. The long deliberation leaves me feeling satisfied, figuring I finally found her the perfect dress. “It’s not bad,” Bethany huffs, “I need to look around more.”
“I hate you,” I mutter.
“You love me and you know it,” Bethany boasts as she nudges my side. We giggle. “Anyways, I’m done with this store. I need to go home and have dinner.”
“Oh, what’s on the menu tonight? Water and a lettuce leaf?”
“Jodie, don’t be so sarcastic. It doesn’t suit you.”
I roll my eyes and turn to look at myself in the mirror. Frowning, I suck in my stomach and push my breasts together. Still not big enough.
As I do that, Bethany comes out of the room. “Would you stop doing that? You look beautiful enough as it is.”
“I think I see them,” I exclaim, hopping to my feet. “But they don’t have any bags…” I look over at Kevin in confusion. “What the hell were they doing in there for so long if they weren’t buying anything?”
“Kevin, I’m so ugly, nothing fit me,” Bethany pouts as she runs up to him and plants a big, sloppy kiss on his lips.
He pulls away and looks at her. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.” She’s only fifteen, but sure… a woman.
“Gag,” Jo and I mutter. We exchange a look to say jinx. Grabbing her waist with both hands, I slowly pull her in for a quick kiss.
“Okay, we’re leaving now, bye,” I hear Kevin’s voice trail in the distance.
Jo pulls away for a moment, then buries her head into my chest, wrapping her arms around me. She holds me tighter than usual, not that it hurt or anything, but it’s peculiar. I rest my chin on the top of her head. “What’s wrong, Jo?”
She sighs. “Nothing really. I just wish I could be like her sometimes.”
I laugh. “Obnoxious and spoiled?”
She looks at me with her “be nice” smile. “I mean confident and beautiful.”
I kiss her head and trail my hands up and down her back. “You are beautiful and you don’t need to be her. I’m happy with who you are right now. That attention addict needs a taste of reality.”
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