Chapter 7
"Dresses, dresses, dresses, dresses for graduation...dresses, dresses, dresses, dresses for graduation..." Lara sang out, going through every rack in the store and throwing them into a pile on my arms.
"Lara! Would you quit singing that! Do I have to stuff this dress is your mouth for you to stop?" I asked holding up one of the dresses she had selected, in a threatening gesture.
"You wouldn't," she scowled glaring at me.
"Oh, but I would," I replied nodding.
"Sometimes I don't understand why I'm even friends with you," she muttered under her breath as she started checking out dresses again.
"Even if we weren't friends we'd end up being sisters anyways."
"True...true. Anyways I'm so excited for graduation, then especially what's happening after that!" she squealed, clapping her hands together with dreamy eyes.
I face-palmed myself, "God save me, tell me wedding dress shopping wouldn't be worse than this."
"Hey! I heard that!” she chirped when she was at the far end of the store.
Damned wolf hearing.
I heard that too! she thought to me, through the pack mind link we had.
I give up!
Good! Now help me decide which one's a better dress. She sent to me as she raised 2 dresses in her hands.
I made sure to block her from hearing my thoughts and glanced at the two dresses.
One was white, the layers of fabric flowing around, with a silver strap to wrap around her neck whereas the other one was white also, but the silver strap of fabric was wrapped right under the chest area; both of them would look stunning on her...but the fact I know Erik so well...I think he might like the second one more.
"I’m just going to assume you're finding a pretty dress just for my brother to see, so you might want to go with that one," I said pointing to the dress she held in her left hand.
Next she pulled out another white dress, but this time it was strapless and had a long black ribbon wrapping around under the chest area along with she held another white dress similar to the first 2 dresses that was showed, but this time the dress was long. I pointed at the shorter dress. Long dresses and high school graduation just doesn't seem to fit right for Lara’s personality. Lastly she showed me 2 cocktail dresses. One was dark blue with beads along the top and under the chest area. The other one was around same design but different colour. Half white, half black. I motioned to the blue one, for the fact all the other ones were white. She finally nodded and 'click clacked' over to the fitting rooms in her 3 inch heels. People these days, doesn't those heels hurt? They look painful. My tummy grumbled as I sat on a stool near a rack of long dresses. One dress in particular caught my attention. I stood up and ran my hands over the smooth texture. The dress was a short and pale pink with a flower on the left side. I unhooked the dress off the rack, and stood in front of the mirrors of the dressing room doors.
I admired myself in the mirror, zoning out, imagining how I would look in this beautiful simply designed dress.
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“Akhem.” Someone coughed.
I snapped out of my daydreaming. There stood Lara in the dark blue dress, right in front of my eyes.
"Does this look fat on me?" she asked, as she twirled around inspecting every bit of herself in the mirror.
"Uh, should it?" I asked still feeling a little clueless after zoning out.
She scoffed and stormed back into the dressing room.
"I didn't even tell you if you looked fat in it!" I yelled out, as I hung the dress I was holding back on the rack.
"You didn't have to," she yelled back throwing the dress over at me through the gap between the stall's door and ceiling.
"Then why'd you ask?" I asked, smoothing out the creased lines in the dress.
"Cause that's what everyone asks when trying on a dress!"
I rolled my eyes, "Uh, no they don't."
“Well I do!"
Next, she came out a few more times from the dressing room asking the same question. I ignored her half the time, so she turned to Madison. Funny thing was Madison did the same thing as me, so Lara started talking to herself, convincing herself about different things, at different times. It was hilarious to watch the expressions of the people in the store. They all had their faces scrunched up and their jaws tempting to hit the ground.
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"Pretty, pretty purple dress, I look nice and fawt, pretty, pretty, purple dress, hope my loved one likes!" Lara sang to herself.
Me and Madi face palmed ourselves for the thousandth time, and yelled at Lara to shut up.
She just glared at us and kept singing.
Erikkkkk! I sent through the mind link.
WHAT. He replied back in a clearly annoyed tone.
Get your quote wife to shut the hell up about that goddamn dress she just bought a while ago!
I could practically hear him laugh as he told me to just deal with it.
Bro, you may be older than me, but I can still bitch-slap you and trust me, I will if you don’t come out right now.
Touch me, you die. He thought back.
Come at me bro. I thought back and cut the mind linking thing.
"Ugggh, what's taking you so long to just drive us home?" Lara whined, shifting in her seat.
"Lars, shush," Madi hushed at her placing a finger to her own lips.
Lara sighed really loudly and kept silent afterwards. A minute later she was mumbling to herself again.
"Ohmygod. I give up!" I huffed turning the radio way up.
Lara started sniffing, "You guys hurt my feelings!" she wailed clutching her tummy.
Madi looked at me shocked and mouthed 'What the hell”.
I shrugged, something's going on with that pea-brain of Lara's and we don't know what.
I stared out the window as Lara kept sobbing to herself. Finally the sight of home came in front of us. I sighed in relief, as Lara stopped sobbing and looked up. This cheery face popped up and she ran out of the car in into my brother's arms.
Erik kissed her forehead and held her close, "Not gonna punch the shit out of me?" he asked, smirking.
"I would, but I need to know what the heck is wrong with her," I gestured to my friend, who was wrapped into his chest.
"There's nothing wrong with her," he muffled into her hair.
I looked at them unconvinced, "So her out of nowhere getting emotional, is normal?"
"Hey! Don't blame me! Blame the pregnancy hormo-....oh shit," she yelled out the beginning and mumbled when she came to the end.
Our eyes popped out and Madi screamed, "Holy crap."
"Erik! I'm so sorry!" Lars cried out, flinging herself closer to my brother.
"Preg-geg-na-nant?" I stuttered.
My brother nodded, "Holy crap. I'm being an aunt? Ahh, you two! I'm half happy for you and half pissed off at you two for not telling me, but whoa, whoa, wait a sec!”
Lara turned to me her eyes filled with horror.
"Stop looking at me like you’re scared of me, goddammit. All I wanted to say was does the parents know?"
"Nope, only you two and Austin know so far," Erik muttered gesturing at the Madi that was clinging onto Lara.
I started laughing uncontrollably.
"What are you laughing about?"
"It's either Clarence will beat the crap out of you for making her pregnant so young, or he will be oh so happy for getting a grandchild so early."
His eyes widened. "I’m fucked."
I walked over to them, grabbed Madi and then both of us skipped away, to leave the 'happy' couple to burst the news to the parents.
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