Chapter 225

                                    

                                          
Spring break was positively looming over her, and it had no reason to be, they were just going to the city.  But she knew that the Broken Roses had gigs, and she wanted to look like the guitarist's hot girlfriend and not some weird born again Christan who was forced into the venue... That meant shopping.
That meant looking at clothing that she would never wear on her own... Like, tube tops, crop tops, mini skirts... They didn't look good on her.  Luckily, she'd convinced Becky to come and not someone else, at least there would be honesty, right?
"Hey." Juliette looked up from the clothing that she had been piecing through, raising an eyebrow at Becky.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think I could pull this off?" Becky asked, holding up a top to her chest that was low cut with some straps crossing across the front.  Juliette chuckled, crossing her arms across her chest as she nodded, thinking of what she could say in response... She could say something completely normal, maybe something about it looking nice on her, being a good color, a good cut... But no.
No, all she could think of was how fun it could be to be heinous.  That was what she was going to choose, who wouldn't in this situation?
"Well, let me put it like this." She leaned over, making sure that she was talking quietly into Becky's ear so that no one could hear - the last thing she needed was for someone from the church hearing either of them. "I think Carly will love pulling it off, if you get what I'm say." She murmured, and Becky looked over at her, furrowing her brows in confusion.
Come on baby, get to it.
"What..." She gasped, her eyebrows shooting up as she smacked Juliette's arm, making her chuckle... That was worth the bruise that Becky would probably leave on her, it was funny enough to be worth a thousand bruises. "Oh! Jesus, Juliette..." She said, her voice cracking over the words as Juliette chuckled, leaning into her side a bit.
"What?  I'm not lying." Becky sighed heavily, nodding.  Good, well at least she knew how hot she was and the power that she had over Carly, right?
That was important.
"No, I know, I could wear a plastic bag, and she'd love to get it off me." Juliette snorted, shaking her head... At this point Becky had to be setting her up, right?  Like, the jokes were writing themselves.
"She'd love to get you off." Juliette joked, stumbling when Becky shoved her, giving her a warning look.
"Enough."
"Never.  It's never enough." Becky stopped walking, making Juliette run into her back.
"You're being serious, right?" Becky asked, seeming doubtful as she spoke, wringing the fabric in her hands.  Juliette furrowed her brows, leaning against the wall of the dressing room.  She wasn't normally serious about things, but she was sure she was serious about whatever Becky was saying.
"About?" She asked, and Becky gestured down to the shirt.
"You think it'll look good on me." Oh.  Well, obviously she thought that, otherwise she wouldn't have said it... But if she was worried about it actually looking good, there was an easy solution to that.
"Why don't we go try it on, huh?" She asked, and Becky grimaced, shaking her head immediately, which Juliette understood.  She always got overstimulated in dressing rooms - the lights, the stagnant air, the smell, the texture of new clothes... it was all very difficult, but if Becky was worried about how she'd look, it was the best bet to know.