She was a better person than anyone I'd ever met. Sure she makes mistakes, but it only makes her human. I no longer felt the sorriness I had, I felt like I owed it to her to at least make this feel as real for her as possible. So she would know, at least, that love isn't all it's cracked up to be. She smiled as she bit into her sandwich and then, I think she caught me looking at what she was wearing again. It's not that I was trying to look at her body (okay maybe I was), but it just didn't make sense why she would just suddenly start dressing in tight clothes,compared to all the baggy boyish clothing she usually wears. She swalloed the bit of her sandwich she had taken, and then started trying to explain. "You're wondering about the wardrobe change right?" I just nodded. She cleared her throat. "Okay, well. . .long story short, Miley had to lend me something after Selena practically cleared out my entire closet and left me with only this little black dress that was more lik! e a shirt." She said laughing. "She threw out your clothes?" I asked, pretty much knowing it was a dumb question even before it came out of my mouth. She shook her head as she took a sip of her monster. I had snagged the box of 'em from the fridge before I left. "No," she answered, putting her drink in between her legs as she crossed her arms and tried to tug on her jacket to get more warm. I handed her a blanket that had a permanent place in my backseat. "She just hid them. And all she left me with ...
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