I Fell in Love with a Boy in a Maid Dress - Dreamnotfound

Every moment we spend together

We carried on walking to where I parked my car. It wasn't too far so it wouldn't be too long of a walk. I notice George staring excitedly at something in a store we walked past. There were mannequins in the windows, and I saw which one George was looking at. It was a pastel pink skirt with hearts along the bottom.

I grab his hand and drag him into the store. He looks at me confused. "I thought we were going to the car?" It was funny seeing the expression on his face right now.

I smiled and kept dragging him through the store. I saw the skirt which was displayed in the front. George looked at the skirt, the same design that he had his eyes glued to outside of the store.

My eyes scanned his body. He had quite a small waist. But then again, he was very skinny and small. I picked up the smallest size, it looked like it would be the right one for him.

George was holding my hand tightly. I looked around and saw the sign for the changing rooms. When we got there, I handed him the hanger with the skirt on. "Try it on."

He nodded and went into the changing room. I heard some shuffling, then he stepped out in the skirt. My eyes darted across his body, admiring how beautiful he was. It looked good on him. I could tell he was blushing, even though it was very light.

"It suits you. Change out of it and pass me it." He nodded and walked back into the changing room. He was out quickly with the skirt on the hanger. I took it out of his hand and started walking to the till.

"Wait, Clay." I stop walking and he bumps into me. I turn around and see him rubbing his forehead.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" I reach my hand up move my thumb across his cheek. He shakes his head to signal no.

"I'm taking the skirt back." He tries to snatch it out of my hand but I lift it up so he can't reach.

"Why?" I was planning to buy it for him, but I don't think he realized that.

"I don't have money to waste on clo-"

"It's okay." I turn around and carry on walking to the till. George just stays where he was standing a bit confused. The worker at the till gives George a weird look, so I glare at them angrily. They seem intimidated enough so I stop, then pay for the skirt. The worker put it into a plastic bag and I walked to where George was, grabbing his hand quickly and rushing outside.

"Here." I hand him the bag and his eyes light up. But then he looks up and meets my eyes.

"I'll pay you back at some point."

"No. It's a gift." He smiles brightly and thanks me. Our hands connect again. I don't know why, but it just felt natural. Holding his hand. It was comforting, and made my heart feel like it was on fire.

"You didn't have to, you know..."

"I could tell you wanted it." We got to the car and I opened the door for him again. The conversation turned into a comfortable silence. I let George put on some music as we headed to my house.

There was quite a bit of traffic, so the ten minute drive turned into thirty minutes. But I didn't mind. Me and George were screaming to random songs. I was incredibly happy in that moment. That was when I decided that I definitely wanted to be more than just friends. Sure, I'd only just known him for three or so days, but every moment of those three days was better than anything I've ever experienced. When I was with him time didn't even exist. I was glad that I met him. Thankful for that challenge I ended up losing at the party.

We got to the house and went inside. "You hungry?" Patches was already in the kitchen when we walked in to it. George leaned against the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Yeah, a bit." I nodded and took out a frying pan. I got some ingredients from the fridge and cupboard and began cooking. George watched me intently.

"Can I help?" I looked up and he was excitedly staring at me. I quickly nodded and he made his way towards me. Our shoulders brushed together. He was still in my merch hoodie. The sleeves were falling over his hands which made me laugh a bit as he struggled to get his hands free from the endless material.

I helped him out by pulling the sleeves up to his elbows. He thanked me and started flipping pancakes on the frying pan. It didn't take us too long to prepare food, and soon we were done eating and gravitated towards the livingroom.

"When are you putting on the dress?"

"Um... How about now?" Yesterday I was keen on the idea the idea of wearing a maid dress. But now I was excited to see how the internet would react. Especially with the face reveal.

I got up and grabbed the bag with the dress in it. George stayed in the living room and I stepped into the bathroom, changing quickly. I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed. I looked ridiculous. But I still had a large grin on my face.

When I opened the door, George was standing in the hallway. He looked me up and down then smirked. "You're better at wearing maid dresses than me." I stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door.

"Sorry but I don't think anybody can be cuter than you." His cheeks increased in redness and he stepped closer to me. His hands moved across my body, fixing up parts of the dress. His finegrs brushed against my neck and I inhaled sharply. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I averted my gaze and walking to the livingroom, grabbing my phone.

"Could you help me take photos?" He nodded and I handed him the phone.

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