Chapter 25: A Bed for Three?While we waited for Jackson to pick us up in his Jeep on Saturday morning, I preened in front of the mirror in my room while Noah watched me, rolling his eyes.
Do I look all right? I asked.
You look fine.
Should I wear pants?
You never wear pants.
I want to look nice.
You look nice wearing shorts.
I was wearing shorts and my Elvis T-shirt. I wasn’t exactly killing myself. I took off my shorts, put on jeans.
Better?
He rolled his eyes in exasperation.
I just want to look nice!
You already look nice. What’s wrong with you?
I feel so stupid and ugly.
You’re not stupid. You’re not ugly.
I shook my head, looking at myself in the mirror. Wearing jeans, I looked even more casual and uncaring, especially since the ones I had put on had tears in the knees.
