Fashion Flare
Written by Rocket Gal

This story is rated: Um, I'd say PG13. It's part of a set that started out as PG13 so I guess that's the way it should be.
Before reading this story you must have read: If Only, Hanging On, Who's That Cute Doctor?, A Change for the Bitter, Just Like Old Times, Sorta, and Butch and Cassidy Catastrophe, Salon Rocket Reopened, Malicious Medical, Tied Down, and After Hours


It was the weekend and Jessie had talked James into going shopping with her at the mall. They were currently in a little shop looking for some clothes for themselves, but Jessie mostly. "How about this one?" James asked, as he held up a leopard print shirt. "It's cute," Jessie agreed, walking over to him, "But it's a tank top." "So?" he questioned. "I don't want short sleeves, let alone no sleeves. Think long sleeves, ok?" she said reminding him of the object in her arm. "Alright," he sighed. "And anyway," she continued, "It's a large." Jessie took his hands and felt them around her waist. "Now does this feel like a large?" she asked. "No, it doesn't," James smiled at the contact. "No, it doesn't," she repeated and laughed. She gave him a quick kiss and began to look for other clothes. "But that's what worries me," James decided out loud, "You're getting really thin." Jessie looked at him, and walked back over. "Well, I've always been slender," she said in a hushed tone. "Yeah," he agreed, "But now your getting skinny." "Well," she said, deciding not to talk about it, "That's kinda what happens when you don't eat as much." "Why don't you eat, Jess?" he asked concerned. "I don't know," she said hurriedly, "I just don't feel like it. I'm just not all that anxious to gorge myself." "Eating breakfast is not gorging," James told her. Jessie sighed, "It's just that mornings come so early, and I'm so tired-" "You still need to eat," he insisted. "I do," she contested, "Just only when the feeling strikes." "But it never does!" he exclaimed. "I- Whoa!" Jessie started but began to sway weakly. "What is it?" James asked concerned, as he helped her stand. "I think the feeling's striking," she explained, "We have to go to the Food Court quick! I've got about five minutes before I'll get stomach pains."

They arrived in a rush at the Food Court. "Here sit down," James said, as Jessie sat at a table. "Ok, where do you want to eat?" he asked. "Here is fine," she conceded. "No," he said patiently, "What food?" "Oh...um….what's here?" she asked through pain that was beginning to get her. James quickly scanned the area, "Um, pretty much everything. What do you want?" "I don't know," she said trying to keep herself composed under the growing pain. "Well, choose something," he said frustrated, "What do you want to eat?" The pain was getting to be too much, "I don't know! I don't care! Just get me something! Please! I need food now!" James ran off in a flash, in search of food. While Jessie tried to keep her pain under control.

James skidded up to the food stands, and looked around. "Ok, ok. What does she want? What would she want?" he thought to himself, "She usually tells me exactly what she wants! I'm not used to adlibbing! Ok, I can handle this. What's here? Pizza! Does she like pizza? How about gyros? I don't know!"

Soon James came walking back tot he table with a tray full of food from practically every place in the court. "Oh my gosh!" Jessie laughed, as he set it all down, "Did you get anything for you?" "Nah," he said, "I'll just eat what you don't finish." She began eating and after consuming a hot dog, she sighed with the relief of the pain subsiding. "Better yet?" James asked. "Yes, much. Thank you," she smiled. "You gonna eat that?" he asked pointing to the gyros. "Um," she said looking at it, "I don't know. Go ahead and start on it though." He grabbed it and started eating.

  "Hey, Jess?" "Hmmm?" she replied as she nibbled on some fries. "Why do you do this?" he wondered. "What?' she asked confused. "Wait to eat until you're gonna die?" he said. "I won't die," she corrected, "I'll just get uncomfortable." "I just wish you wouldn't do it," he sighed, "I'm getting tired of going to the hospital." "Oh," Jessie glared, "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize that I was such an inconvenience for you." James shook his head, "Jessie, that's not what I-" "You know, the next time I have to go," she quickly angered, "I just won't bother you with it!" "Jess, please stop." "Or what?" she questioned, outraged, "You're going to hit me again?" That went totally over the line for James. "No," he shot back, "I'm just afraid you might try to drown yourself again!" Jessie screamed and went to slap him with her good arm, but James stopped her hand. "No, Jessie," he said softly, "We're not doing this. Not anymore." She tried to struggle herself free, but couldn't. James got up and sat next to her and held her arm behind her back, so she couldn't hit him. She continued to struggle and hurt her arm that had the iv. The pain was too much and she began to cry. Hating to see her in pain, James let go off her arm and pulled her close. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he sighed, "I'm sorry about everything. I just can't take the violence anymore." Jessie hugged him back and instead of striking him with her now free hand, she rubbed his arm. "I understand," she said, "You shouldn't have to. Forgive me?" "Only if you forgive me," he smiled. "I love you, James," she said as they kissed.







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