The second time I collided into Issac, I was at the mall looking for a white dress. I was going to a wedding in a few days, and I was going to be a junior bridesmaid in my cousin's weeding.. I was shopping for a dress with my mom. I hated shopping. I especially hate shopping with my mom.

"Oh my gosh, I think I found the perfect dress for you!"

My mom pulled a long white dress that looked way too big for me.

"Mom, that dress looks twice my size," I said, folding my arms across my chest.

"We can always try to find this dress in a different size," my mom said, looking into my eyes and hoping that I agree with her.

"Why can't you just let me find a dress by myself?"

"Because this is a mother-daughter bonding time. Come on, Jessica! Don't you remember all the fun times we shared with each other when you were little? Why can't we have fun together now?"

I looked down at the ground, unsure of what to say.

"You know what? It's fine. Go ahead and find a dress yourself. Make sure you try it on, though! You don't want to buy it and discover it doesn't fit when you get home," Mom said.

I rolled my eyes. "Why wouldn't I try the dress on, mom?," I asked sassily.

"Don't give me that attitude, young lady!"

"Whatever, mom. I'm going to go find a dress now. See you soon," I said, walking away from her.

Then, I saw it: a gorgeous lacey white dress hanging right in front of me. I stopped dead in my tracks, and my mouth gaped open. My eyes widened. I had never seen a dress so beautiful in my life.

"Mom!,' I squealed. "I found a perfect dress!"

My mom walked over to me, and I pointed at the dress and jumped up and down like I've won a gold medal. Mom smiled.

"It's beautiful, honey. Why don't you go try it on?"

"I sure as heck will!"

I grabbed the white dress off of the rack, and I skipped and twirled around. My mom laughed at my giddiness.

"Meet you at the dressing room!," mom said as I was walking away.

Once I found the dressing room, I saw a lady at the entrance.

I walked closer to her, and once she saw my Trach she starred at me like I was an alien from outer space. I looked down at the ground. I always don't know what to do in these types of situations. I don't know whether to force a smile at the starring stranger or to just cry a puddle of tears as insecure thoughts flood my brain.

I must look like a hideous monster to her.

The lady looked at the floor for a second and then looked up at me and forced a smile on her face. I could tell it was forced.

"What's your name, sweetie?," she asked me, her voice high-pitched.

She sounded like she was talking to a six-year-old instead of a seventeen-year-old.

People have always babied me after they stare at me. I have always hated it.

"Jessica," I replied, trying not to sound annoyed.

"Come here, Jessica."

She walked further into the dressing room. There were little blackboards on the dressing room stall doors, and the lady wrote my name on a blackboard and told me to go inside of a stall.

I walked inside and closed the stall door behind me. I hung the dress up on a rack, and then took my clothes off and looked in the mirror. I thought that I was too skinny. I wished that I had more meat on my bones. My face looked horrible like always. My brown hair was tangled and messy.

I frowned at myself in the mirror.

I wished I was more confident about my appearance. I wished that I looked in the mirror and thought that I looked beautiful.

Unfourtanely, I didn't think I was beautiful. I thought I looked like a monster.

"No wonder people stare at me," I said to myself.

I put the dress on, and I twirled around in it. The dress fit perfectly!

I walked out of the stall; I told the lady that my mom was waiting outside of the dressing room and that I wanted to show her what I looked like in my dress. I walked outside the dressing room, and I couldn't find my mom.

"Mom?," I called out. "Mom!"

All of a sudden, somebody collided into me.

"Opps! I'm so sorry!," a boy said.

Then, he looked at me and I realized that he was the boy on the bus.

I could have never forgoten those ocean blue eyes.

"We keep on bumping into each other," he said. Then, he laughed. A dimple appeared on his cheek.

I laughed too.

There was an awkward silence.

"You have the most beautiful green eyes," he said, smiling.

I blushed.

"Thanks," I said.

Was he flirting with me?

No. Freaking. Way.

"And you have the most beautiful laugh I have ever heard in my life."

I smiled.

"I just want to make out with you right now," I blurted out. Shit. I wished that I hadn't said that.

"Did I seriously just say that? Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I don't know why I said that," I said awkwardly.

He smirked at me.

"You don't need to apologize. I would love to make out with you right now, but unfortunately I barely even know you. I don't even know your name," he said.

"I don't know if I should say my name to a complete stranger. You could be an ax murder or something. I mean, you don't look like an ax murder, but still....I gotta be safe," I replied.

He laughed, getting that dimple in his cheek again. He eyes twinkled.

"You could be an ax murder, too, for all I know. You could be just trying to act all cute and innocent," he joked, smirking.

I laughed, looking into his eyes.

"Seriously, though, what's your name?," he asked.

"Jessica. What's your name?," I asked him, looking into his blue eyes.

"Issac. Nice to meet you, Jessica," the boy- whose name was Issac- said.

We looked into each other's eyes for a while. I couldn't help but drown in his ocean blue eyes.

"Jessica!! Jesica!"

I heard my mother calling my name in the distance.

"I need to go, sorry," I said. "Bye, Issac."

"Bye beautiful," he said.

I smiled and blushed.

Issac was the first and only boy to call me beautiful.