It’s the night of my date with Madison. I’m sitting on my bed while Spencer digs around in my closet.  She insisted on being here for the “big night”, but honestly, she’s just making everything worse.  It’s kind of hard to be excited about a date with a pretty girl when the prettiest girl you have ever seen is standing in your closet, yelling about God knows what.

“What?” I yell towards the closet.

“I said, where’s that cute shirt you wore to Michelle’s birthday party?” Spencer repeats, slightly annoyed.  I can tell because when she gets annoyed she speaks two times louder than normal.

“Umm probably all the way on the left,” I answer, laughing to myself.  I’m laughing at her and the fact that she’s not really annoyed because I couldn’t hear her.  She’s been yelling at me since she got here fifteen minutes ago. She’s annoyed by something else. “You okay Spence?” I add, lying down flat on my bed, a smile playing on my lips.

“I’m fine” she practically bites back and I just let it go.  I always let it go.  A moment passes before Spencer comes out of the closet (no pun intended) carrying a few pairs of jeans and the black t-shirt from Michelle’s party.  “So I figured Madison already knows the real you so there’s no use trying to make you look pretty,”  Spencer says with a small smile on her face, and I immediately grab a pillow and throw it at her.  She doesn’t flinch.  She just catches it and then drops it onto the floor.  I look at the jeans she pulled out.

“What do you think?  Baggy or something a little more revealing?” I say eying the different pairs.

“Baggy,” Spencer says without looking away from the jeans.  Her voice is all soft and far away so I don’t ask her why.  I just grab the dark blue slim jeans and my checkered black and white belt.  She hands me the t-shirt and I hold it up in front of me to inspect it.  It’s all black with a stick man that says “You Wish You Were This Skinny”. 

“You sure about this shirt Spence?” I say, chuckling at it, and she laughs too.