Solace (completed)

Chapter Fifty-Four

Part 1 of a double update <3 mwah

also were doing a bit of time jump here, its now the end of April for them!

also to add to the song above is Are You Lonesome Tonight? By Elvis! both songs pair well with the end of the chapter. TW: poetry
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Alex Solace

"I'm gonna throw up. I'm gonna do it, Pip. I can't be here. It's like sticking Satan inside Victoria's fucking Secret," I hissed.

For such a tiny thing, she certainly packs a punch, putting all her weight behind the one she landed on my shoulder, making me grimace. "S-Stop it," Jesus, she sounds like a mother. "You wanted t-to... to come here and w-w-we're not leaving unt-til you find something you l-like."

I regret this. I regret this entirely. Someone find me and shoot me, take all my money and get me the fuck out of here.

I thought buying those lingerie slash sexy nightwear that I would have some sort of confidence coming to look for something as simple as a dress... God, I was so fucking wrong.

It's like I stepped into another dimension. The wedding dress- esque- store had me feeling entirely out of place. Maybe saying a wedding dress store was a bit dramatic, but that's the feel of it. It feels fancy and formal. I don't want fancy and formal, I want sexy goddammit.

Here's to hoping.

The more Maya pulled me into the dress store the more my groans grew, but they were quickly silenced with a sharp look as she turned around and glared at me. My body shivered under her stare, feeling like an ant under a microscope.

This is gonna be a long day.

"Okay," Pip turned around and started walking backward, opening her arms and gesturing around the store with blinding white lights and beige walls. I feel like I'm in a fucking church- sorry Jesus. "W-What color are you th-thinking of?"

"Uhm..." wringing my wrists out of nerves, I looked around the store and whispered as quietly as possible; like my words were poison to those around me. "A black one."

Her eyebrow lifts and of course she doesn't whisper back. "Why are you whispering?"

"I don't know! Okay?! It just- it feels judgy in here for some reason." It's like everyone is looking at the fat girl trying to find a dress to fit, even though I know nobody's looking at me. God, this is why I don't like dresses. I have one dress- one. The only dress I found in years that actually suits me, and here I go trying to find a dress in less than twenty-four hours.

Black dresses are hard to shop for. You'll either get something gothic, a wedding dress, cocktail dress, or something made for a funeral. But it's the only color I feel comfortable in. Because me in blue? In red? Orange? Purple? I'd look hideous.

Black is my safety net.

Maya's hand flicking in the air was a tell-tale sign that she was dismissing my words, already turning around and starting to look. "Do you w-want to ask a w-worker? They s-sort dresses by color and th-theme."

Anxiousness gripped my throat- already making me feel like I wanted to cry. My eyes went around the store rapidly, trying to find something- anything- but finding nothing. I could feel my heart along with my hopes starting to sink and we barely just got here. "I don't know, Pip-"