Highstrung Robot

Chapter Four: Dangling by a String

"You can get as fancy as you want that way you don't look like an idiot." He said, lazily closing his eyes, putting an arm behind his head. "I can look like the idiot without a stupid suit."

"We're both gonna look stupid cause we're going as a pair. I can't bring a person without a suit to a dance, that would reflect badly on me." She sighed, sitting at the edge of the bed and looking over at him. "Please? Pretty please with coffee on top?"

"You can't put coffee on top of something and expect it to have the same effect as something more solid. It would just soak through to the bottom of whatever you are putting it on." He explained, ignoring her earlier reason.

"Ugh, just please? I'll make it really soft and you'll look really nice!" She pleaded with him, giving him her puppy eyes. "Pleaseee~?"

"I know what you're doing and it won't work. Also, why are you giving me that look when my eyes are closed? I wouldn't see it." He said, opening one eye and glancing at her before closing it again.

"Pleaseee~?" She scooted closer to him, gently tugging on his arm. "For me?"

"No, I'm not putting on a suit. I have no desire to even look at one, so I wouldn't wear it." He replied, using his other hand to rake it through his hair.

"What if you just wore the suit without the jacket? Is that better?" She tried to negotiate with him.

He sighed slightly irritated. "Not really, but if it gets you to stop bothering me about this I'll do it." Jake opened his eyes, giving her a cold look. "I'm not going to do this often. Feel special I'm even agreeing to this."

"Yes!" She cheered, darting back over to her sewing and finishing up the skirt, sewing the two pieces together and holding it up to show Jake the finished product. It was a knee length long dress with no straps and a sweetheart neckline, a white top and a pink skirt, along with a zipper on the back. "What do you think?"

"It's not really my style. Plus I think you made the waist a bit too small. I gained some weight recently and I don't think I could fit into that nicely." He said, sarcasm dripping from his words.

She rolled her eyes, turning around and hanging it up on one of the hangers in her closet. "Haha, very funny."

Jake rolled over on her bed, laying on his stomach using his arms as a pillow. "Don't do anything too fancy. Just black and white."

"I wouldn't dream of it." She smiled, sitting at her sewing station and pulling up her webpage again, finding prints for a shirt and pants. "Do you happen to have a tie? I don't have any silk to make you one..."

"I'm not wearing a damn tie. Shirt and pants, that's it." He said with an edge, pulling at the bedspread for no reason.

"Jake you need to wear a tie. It can be in any color too! You'd just need to give me some silk somehow..." She said to him.

"No. Stop adding onto this, I'm already forcing myself to wear half a suit. Don't push me further." His tone was cold, clearly showing that was the final say.

"But..." She stuck her lip out, huffing and turning back to the sewing machine. "You're awful. You'd look really nice dressed up but you just shit all over everything..." She pouted, slumping her shoulders down mopeily.

"I'd say I'm sorry about that, but truthfully, I'm not. I just don't like certain things and dressing up is one of them, so yes I will shit all over it." He lifted his head up to look at her better, resting his chin on his hand.

She turned around and looked at him with teary eyes, that she had forced herself to make. "But...but..."

Jake rolled his eyes, reaching out and poking her cheek with his finger. "No butts. It's not happening."