He stepped out to find his mother standing there with a pile of more clothes on her arm. Jon could see that they were in a variety of colors.
He just wanted this to be over with as quickly as possible.
"More pink?" He complained as he tried some of the others on.
"That one is light rose, Jon. You wear too many dark colors and those ratty t-shirts...you look much better in pastels. Especially if you want to impress the girls," his mother commented. "You're forgetting I used to be a teenage girl once."
"What?" Jon said.
"You said you were noticing girls opening doors for boys...couldn't it just be spring romances blooming?"
"That doesn't explain you and Zoe."
"Getting new haircuts? Do you hear yourself, son? You are sounding paranoid. There isn't a conspiracy of haircuts and courteous teenage girls going around. And if one of these girls does more than hold the door for you...I can certainly have a talk with them."
"Mom??!"
"I was a teenage girl once. I don't want any of them taking advantage of you."
Jon sighed. Maybe he was being paranoid. But...he really didn't think so. On the other hand, the spring formal was coming up. Maybe it was just a burst of romance.
They finished buying five or six new shirts, some new pants, and two pairs of shoes. He'd convinced her not to buy more.
"I think you can give your old things to Zoe now. I'm not sure why she suddenly wants them...but it is better than those awful Goth clothes she's been wearing."
Jon couldn't disagree with that.
