Martijn POV

Listening to my heart isn't always the best thing to do, since I just found myself sloppy kissing Miné's neck.

After a few pecks she pulls away, and I just want to slap myself.

"I'm sorry. That was my fault, as always" I try to excuse myself, knowing that this won't make it up for the damage.

"You know. After all I always like when you do such things with me. Because you make me feel better. My boyfriend is never here with me and... You were right Martijn. Probably he doesn't even love me enough"

Wait.

What the actual fuck?

"Naah, why are you saying so?"

"Today he didn't even answer my goodmorning messages, I had the proof that he blocked my Insta Stories, and last but not least I don't know what he's doing"

Oh. My. Goodness.

"Mhhh..... That's stupid. Aren't you exaggerating?"

"Probably, but I don't like his behavior"

Laughing I gently wrap her in my arms and kiss her forehead, combing her hair with my fingers. She leans on me, abandoning her body to my grip.

"My badass bitch is jealous of her boyfriend, I see"

"You are a bitch, and yes I'm jealous"

I hug her tightly for just a moment before letting go and leaving the fitting room to give her the privacy to change. I take with me the other shop's bag too.

After just a few minutes she comes out of the heavy curtain with everything she wants to buy in her hands.

"Wait, no black dress?"

"Mhh no. I like it better with a skirt and a top"

"OK. Aw, I see that you liked the look I suggested..." I say noticing that she's holding top, skirt and even the sexy knee cut boots.

"Yes, and from now on I'll trust you for this kind of stuff"

"OK. So now we'll buy a new lingerie for you then"

As we stop at the end of the cash queue, she gives me a death glare directly from her green eyes.

Giggling, I ask her "What's that for?"

"You should know"

"I'm making sure that your boyfriend is getting what he doesn't deserve"

She stays silent for a while, probably thinking about her long distance relationship with a fucking dickhead that cheats on his girlfriend with the other one. Who's his real gf, I think.

"I wonder why he blocked me on Instagram. I saw the stories on Chris' phone and..... He was just in a club. I'm not mad about it, and he knows"

Huh. The dickhead is smarter than I thought. He hasn't localized himself even if he blocked his girlfriend.

"Guess he won't get it for a while...."

"You guessed right"

"Can I get it for him?" I ask her raising an eyebrow.

"No"

It's our turn at the cash desk, so Minerva lays the clothes and boots on the counter, greeting the cashier.

"Good morning...." I greet her too.

The girl looks at me, wide eyed.

Oh no......

"Ehm, good morning. Aren't you Martin Garrix?"

"Oh, yes it's me"

"Omg do you have a new girlfriend?" she asks looking at Miné.

"Oh noooo..... She's my best friend"

"Oh, I see." she quiets down while scanning the articles.

"It's 109,58 euros"

I quickly hand my credit card to the cashier, Minerva hadn't even the time to open her bag.

"Martijn, why do you always have to pay for me today? "

"Shut up...."

The girl hands me back my credit card and the paper bag with Minerva's items.

"Thanks for your purchase and come again"

"Thanks, have a nice day"

We walk out of the shop, to the next one.

"Well, from now on we can be assaulted by fans." I think speaking out.

"she was actually really calm. I'm surprised"

We stop in front of a jeans shop, giving a look at the various models.

"Miné..... Look at these" I show her a pair of high waisted skinny jeans.

"Amazing, but they are so expensive" she says forgetting for a moment that this sentence won't stop me from entering the shop.

Laughing I grab her wrist and drag her into the shop, where a shop assistant greets us while working on tidying the shelves.

"Martijn you are crazy..." Miné tells me in my ear.

"Shut up and try on that pair of jeans"

She seems to give up to the fact that I'm going to buy them for her and picks up the jeans in her size.

I was wandering around the shop too, and I actually already found something, when she calls me to come over there.

"What?" I ask her.

"Look at these, they would look amazing on you" she points out to a pair of distressed black jeans.

"Oh. Well I'm going to trust you this time" I tell her looking for my size and picking it up.

She tries her jeans on first, since there's only one fitting room.

"Martijn..... Please get me a size 40, I can't breathe into the 38"

"Sure"

I go over to the shelves and pick up the new size, throwing them into the dressing room.

"Yes, much better" she says coming out of the fitting room to show them to me.

I nod in approvement, so she enters the dressing room again to change.

A few minutes pass, when she exits the fitting room leaving it to me.

"Sorry... It took a long time!"

"Don't worry" I tell her while getting in and closing the gray velvet curtain.

I leave the few pairs I have to try on hanged on a hook and take off my hoodie to better see the fitting of these clothes.

To begin, I remove my own pants to try on the first item, which is the pair of black jeans that Minerva chose for me.

I slide them up on my legs, but they are large on me, since I don't have big thighs.... Or better to say that I have a big butt.
They are comfortable over the waist but..... That's a no, they don't fit me well.

"Miné?!" I call for her.

She enters the fitting room and looks at my pants, laughing.

"Sorry, I thought they would have been tight enough...."

"Hahaha, don't worry.... I'll try the other ones"