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around the waist and picked me up. “Maybe 80 pounds….I’m guessing.” He went back to reading underwear packages and said, “Here, this should do it.”
    I took the package of pretty pink underwear from him and said, “You don’t have to do…”
    “I think…” he interrupted me, but then stammered, “Um, it’s probably about time for… other kind of underwear…”
    “What?” I asked, confused.
    “Maybe…a bra,” he said nervously.
    I blushed bright red and turned away from him.
    “Don’t be embarrassed. But, now I’m really out of my element…I know how to take them off,” he grinned, and then frowned. “But, buying them is a little out of my comfort zone.”
    “I don’t need one.” I refused to turn around.              
    He ignored me and said, “Maybe I should call Brianna…”
    “NO!” I said, finally turning to face him. “Please don’t do that.” I was mortified.
    “Okay, okay. But, you’re almost 14, you should have…UGH!  You need one…or two.”
    “I’m fine,” I argued and started to walk away.
    “Abby, I don’t want to embarrass you, and I know Nancy won’t buy you anything, but you need one. So pick one out. You can try it on in the dressing room.  Don’t worry, I won’t go with you.”
    I knew he wasn’t going to give up, so I grabbed one off the rack and said, “Fine, I picked one out, can we go now?” I was bright red.
    “I don’t think that one’s going to fit.” He was shaking his head at me.
    He started searching through the racks and an associate walked by, “May I help you?” she asked, looking at Kellan with a coy smirk.
    “Yeah, that would be great. She needs a bra, and I have no idea what size…”
    “Kellan!”
    “You’re getting one. Either I’m going to pick one out…that you’ll hate, or you need to let her help you,” he stood there daring me to argue with him.
    I finally nodded and he said, “I’ll wait for you in the shoe department.” He walked away and I looked up at the sales lady, not sure what to say.
    “Well, let’s see. I’ll bet you’re about a 32A, let’s start there,” she said, rummaging through the racks and handing me a handful of different bras.
    “Any one is fine.”
    “You should try them on, bras are all different. You’d be surprised,” she said, handing me a few more. “Um, who was the guy with you? Your brother, maybe?” she asked.
    “Sort of,” I said, still mortified, and in no mood to explain my and Kellan’s unusual relationship.
    “Is he seeing anyone?” she asked.
    “Yeah, he has a girlfriend.”
    “Oh, too bad. He’s gorgeous.”
    I looked up at her and said, “That’s what his girlfriend says. Can I go now?” I asked, picking out two bras I thought were pretty.
    “Are you sure that you don’t want to try them on?”
    “I’m sure. They’ll be fine.”
    “Okay. My name’s Misty if your brother asks,” she smiled.
    “I’ll be sure to tell him,” I sighed and walked toward the shoe department, while doing my best to roll the two bras into an indistinguishable clump of fabric.
     
    “Did she help you?” Kellan asked.
    “Yeah, I guess.”
    “What do you mean, you guess?” he asked.
    “She was more interested in you, I think.”
    “What?”
    I sighed and said, “She said to tell you her name’s Misty and she thinks you’re gorgeous.”
    “Great, did she help you find a bra, though?” he asked.
    “Yes. Now, can we go?”
    “Not till you pick out some shoes.”
    “Kellan, you’re already spending a fortune. I don’t…” I saw the look again; I sighed and said, “Okay, I’ll find a pair.”
                 
    We finally left the store after he had spent a fortune on me. 
    “You can change into your new clothes when we get to Brianna’s house.”
    “Okay,” I said. I stared up at him and said, “Thank you for the clothes and the shoes…and stuff,” I blushed again.
    “You’re welcome. I um, I wanted to tell you