Thunderstorms Could Never Stop Me

When I got out he was still sitting there, and by the looks of it, he hadn't moved a muscle.

"Do me a favour?" I asked.

He looked up at me slowly and cautiously. "Sure."

I pointed to the closet and dresser. "Pick me out something to wear to this party."

He grinned mischievously. "Consider it done."

He looked through every garment at least twice before setting on a short tight-fitting skirt, fishnets, and a cut off Nirvana shirt. I put it on and spun around.

"How do I look Sonny?" I laughed lightly.

He smiled. "Well, whoever picked out this outfit sure knew what he was doing."

I smiled then threw on some black Chucks and walked out, Sonny in tow. We almost made it to the door before Jesse stepped in front of us.

She glared, "Where are you going now Princess?" Sarcasm hung on the last word like a disease.

"Out." I tried moving past, but she moved with me.

"What's your problem now? You just keep running off." She sneered unapologetically.

"Let me go."

"No, tell me your problem."

"You." I shoved her out of the way and stormed out with Sonny.