I go over to my mother, waving goodbye to Dustin one last time. "You ready?" I nod my head. "OI! If you even have the time! Call me, and or visit!" I nod at him. Mama and I walk out of the store to see papa waiting for us. "Any luck?"
"No. Nothing he tried fit him. I think we should just go back to what we usually do."
"He can't do that. The school he goes to requires boys the wear loose baggy pants, and girls to wear long flowing skirts. I don't think we can find anything like that in the stores we usually shop for him."
"Well your bright idea wasn't so bright, now we do what I want."
"What are you three."
"I'm way more mature than you James. Telling our son that he looks like a girl. Seriously. you are supposed to help him be confident, not crush his pride." I look down at my phone. It was getting pretty late, and I didn't want to stand there and watch my parents bicker about me. "Hey Mom, I'm going back in the store with Dustin, call me when you're done fighting with Papa about my self-confidence." She nods, indicating she understood. I walk back into the store. "Hey, Papa." Dustin turns around and looks at me. "Hello, son of mine." He walks up to me. "I've always had a question if I'm in your phone as Papa, what is your father on your phone as?" I take out my phone and open my contacts. "He's in my phone as 'doubt'. You act more like a father than he does." He chuckles at my comment. "Why did you come back, I thought you were leaving to a store where things could actually fit you. Unless you like swimming cause, that's what you're doing in those clothes." I point outside. "My parents are fighting about my self-confidence, so I'm waiting it out." He shakes his head and gives me a hug. "You poor, poor, child. Having to hear your parents yell and argue about you. It must be so boring and disgraceful." His mom walks up to us. "Oh. I thought you and your family were leaving." I shake my head. "Not yet Miss... But we will be leaving soon, I think. Can I hang out with Dustin before I go?" His Mom looks at Dustin, then back at me. "I guess. As long as your parents are okay with it." I grab Dustin's hand. "Trust me, they are." We run out of the store and go to the one next to it, which was a food place. "I need to eat something." I still had the food my dad got me that caused me to have a greasy feeling. "Welcome to T.H.E the food place. How may I help you?"
"Can I get a medium size Caesar salad and a small fruit punch?" The guy nods and gives us the total. I take out my wallet and I hand him the money. We sit at a table waiting to be called up. "So, give the whole moving thing in a nutshell." I look up at him as I twiddle my thumbs. "Well. What my Mama has told me was that Dad has a job there, but that's partially true. I heard my parents yelling from the steps about how the house we lived in has too many bad memories for me, and that we needed a change. I honestly have no idea what 'memories' she's talking about, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with this." I take out a note.