It was quite a hot afternoon the subsequent day, I was in my bedroom sorting out for the prettiest pair of trousers in my wardrobe. I flung all the trousers from the wardrobe on the bed, and a few blouses.
Men! I have never messed up my room like I had that day. Nothing seemed perfect to me anymore, my dresses seemed ugly to me. Even my pair of purple designer's jeans my dad gifted to me on my eighteenth birthday was no longer attractive to me. But hey! Why the stress when Jake and I aren't going out on a date? I thought. But I really want him to find me attractive. So which dress is best for me? I pondered. I have never been so confused on what to wear.
I glanced at the wall clock and noticed that it's already 12:30 and I panicked recollecting that Jake texted me that he's going to pick me up at around 2:00pm. My heart raced fast, and I thought aloud, "oh my gosh! I have to bathe, I haven't oiled my hair yet and my nails aren't polished. I've got to get to the bathroom right now."
I picked a pair of ash trousers and a pink blouse which reveals all my curves when I put it on and I laid it besides the bed pillows. I hung back the trousers and blouse I flung on the bed in the wardrobe and I undressed, put on a robe and dashed into the bathroom.
John walked to my bedroom and he was munching on a sack of raisins. He leaned by the door, "Trina can I come in? I want to borrow your pencils mine is broken."
He didn't hear any response and he pushed the door open and walked in. He heard the noisy shower and assumed that I was bathing and he didn't want to interrupt me.
"Where do she keep her pencils?" John looked around the room and he spotted a bunch of pencils standing in a wide container on the bedside table and he approached the bed.
He stood besides the table and he glanced at my outfit lying on the bed. His lips curved into a huge smile feeling drawn to it, "cute!"
"This is perfect to make a perfect material for my handsome toy Bob Dylan and for his queen Kate."
He picked them up from the bed and he was almost exiting from the room and he paused and thought aloud, "hold on, does this dress belongs to Trina?" He shook his head, "Nah! I don't think so. She do not wear pretty clothes. Maybe they are mum's old dresses. Anyways, it will look so good on my toys."
He walked out of the room and shut the door.
Fifteen minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom and I wiped myself with my towel. I was almost taking off my robe when I noticed that my dress was not on the bed.
"What!" I exclaimed in shock and started to the bed. I stared at the blanket wondering where the dress was.
"But it was just right here. Where...my dress..." I was almost panicking and I walked to my wardrobe expecting that I hung them in there with the rest of my clothes. I checked it thoroughly, flipped aside the dresses and scattered my box but I couldn't find it.
"But where is it?" I laid my hands on my waist and sighed.
I looked around the room and I spotted an empty sack of raisins lying on the table besides my bed. I picked it and stared at it furrowing my eyebrows as fury surged through me.
"John." I muttered and stormed out of the room to his bedroom.
I thrust the door and John shivered hearing it open wildly. He looked at the door and looked at me fuming.
I started to him and gave him an icy glare and he felt quite nervous.
"Where is my pair of jeans and my pink blouse?"
"Your what? Those were yours?"
"Yes they are...wait! Were mine? What have you done to my dress?'' I screamed at him.
"I used them to make a suitable dress for my toys. I have stitched a few dresses for Bob Dylan and queen Kate."
"What do you mean you..." I paused as I noticed pieces of my blouse and trousers lying on the floor. I gasped and picked them up and stared at them. They were poorly trimmed.
I clenched my fists firmly, "what have you done?"
"If they were yours why did you just dropped them on the bed? You always keep your clothes in your wardrobe. Besides, you do not wear stylish clothes."
"Yes I do not wear stylish clothes until I realized I have stylish clothes but you have ruined them for your stupid toys!" I screamed out my lungs and John burst into tears.
Mum heard John blubbering and she left the living room and walked to his bedroom.
"Stop crying, it's my dress that is ruined."
Juliet walked to John and she patted him on his back. "What's going on here? Why are you hurting John?" She wore a tight frown.
I presented my dress to her and she gasped feeling quite shocked staring at the several holes and punctures in them.
"What happened to your dress? Did rats devoured them?"
"No!" I yelled, "John tore it up and it's the prettiest dress I could find. I don't want Jake to see me looking like garbage."
"But you're hurting John. So what he ruined your dress? I can take you to the boutique and get you as many blouses and trousers as you want."
"Jake is picking me up by 2pm and it's already 1:40pm!" I shouted.
Juliet walked to me and placed her comforting hands on my shoulders, "it's okay baby. You can still find something."
"But that was the best outfit I could find. After Jake saw my pooped face yesterday, I wanted to look pretty today so he'll think I'm gorgeous and gradually start to like me. I can't let him feel disappointed. No guy has a darling hair and nice smooth cheeks like he does which is why I really want to get him to like me."
"If you want, I can lend you my shiny blue gown. It's still new, and we are quite the same size so I'm sure it will fit you."
"If I wear a gown it will seem as if we are going on a date and I don't want to look weird."
We heard a knock on the door and we looked at the door to see who it was as we heard the door opening. It was my dad. He walked in and he said to me, "princess, there's a dude in the living room and he said his name is Jake and that you two are going out?"
I gasped in shock and screamed, "he's already here! I gotta wear a dress, my nails...My hair is not styled."
I fled out of the room running to my bedroom.
Dickson said to my mum raising an eyebrow, "Honey, what's wrong with her?"
"She's a little gaga about that Jake guy. He's kinda her crush. I gotta go assist her." Juliet walked past him and left the room.
"My sister is a little nuts." Said John.
"Yea girls act that way around their crush."
"You also mean mum right?"
"I didn't say your mum."
"But you said girls act that way around their crush and mum, is also a lady."
"Yes, your mother was nuts over me even before I asked her to be my girl." Dickson smiled wildly.
"That's contradictory cause mum told me you always courted her before she accepted you as her boyfriend. So it's you who was nuts over her."
"You are too intelligent for your age." Dickson sighed.