The hotpink beanbag chair sank in as Michael sat down, he picked up a magazine on the floor next to the chair. Twenty Ways To Loose Weight. He looked over at Brenda, sitting on her bed finishing up her essay for History. She was wearing a purple oversized sweatshirt with black tights and long jet black hair tied in a sloppy bun with loose strands. She'd been dressing that way for about two months now, the pondering of why wouldn't leave Michael's head.
"Why do you have this magazine?" Michael asked. Brenda looked over at him, she sighed and pushed her books aside frustratedly. "Michael stay out of my stuff..." She got up and snatched the book out of his hands. He shrugged and grabbed the next magazine next to the beanbag chair.
"I was only wondering why you had that..." He said under his breath, he didn't feel like arguing. Brenda was his bestfriend, and ever since her woman-hood came when they were teenagers she'd been being a mad woman all the time. With college to worry about, it only got worse. Brenda sat back on her bed, setting her books on her lap.
"Look at me! I'm fat Michael! That's why I have it," She continued writing, she looked upset.
"You're not fat at all, you're perfect," Michael was confused.
"No, Madonna, Brooke Shields... Vanity 6... They are what's perfect. My body is nothing like theirs.." Brenda complained. Michael remained silent for a moment, her body wasn't like theirs. She wasn't fat though. "See.. I can't even fit into my dress for the party.."
"Dress? For what party?" Michael asked.
"Lisa's party... I'll show you the dress," She got back up and went to her closet next to Michael, it had to be the messiest thing Michael had ever set eyes on in his entire life. There were clothes and shoes all over the floor. There was really no point in having hangers because they were all laying around her bedroom. She pulled out a sparkly strappless mini-dress that puffed out at the bottom.
"I can't fit it..." Brenda sighed.
"It's pretty... Do you have a date or something?" Michael asked, observing the dress. It really was pretty, he could only imagine what it looked like on Brenda. She'd never really dressed up before.
"I can't fit it though," Brenda repeated, "And yes... That's why I need to loose some weight to fit into this dress, he's really a dream..." Brenda fell back on her bed. Michael sighed and looked at his shoes, he didn't want her to have a date. He liked her for the longest time now, he just didn't ever want to tell her. He didn't plan on it either.
"What's wrong?" Brenda asked.
"Nothing, nothing.. Um, well.. Did you try the dress on?" Michael asked.
"Yes about a thousand times... It won't zip up all the way... I'm about to try it on again," Brenda said. Michael turned his back to her so she could try it on again. He wanted to leave, he didn't want to be at her house anymore. He felt like he was no one to her, even though he was. Just the fact that she had a date bothered him in about sixty different ways.
"Can you help me zip it up?" She asked.
"Sure," Michael got up and went behind her to zip the dress up, it went up all the way until the middle then stopped. It couldn't go any further. He heard Brenda let out a sigh of frustration.
"Brenda don't worry about it just calm down. Get a different dress, you don't need to loose weight, that's all I know," Michael said.
"You're my friend you're supposed to say those things," Brenda whined.
"I'm also a guy, I'd tell you if you were fat or not," Michael said.
"Okay well I'm about to take it off so turn around," Brenda complained.
"I'm about to leave anyways, I have to go to rehursals in about an hour. I wanna get home and change before then, so bye," Michael patted her shoulder and headed for her bedroom door. It was pink with red roses painted on it.
"Okay, see you tomorrow," Brenda said.
"See you," Michael left and headed downstairs.
"Bye Mrs. Talia," Michael waved at Brenda's mother, who was sitting at her livingroom couch sipping on a cup of coffee. She was as tall and slim as a model and had dimples each time she smiled. The kind of woman you'd see on some sort of romance movie.
"You're leaving?" She asked.
"Yeah, I have to be at rehursals soon," Michael explained.
"Oh okay, you take care," Mrs. Talia smiled as he walked out of the door.
"You too," Michael said.
