Faked for you

Chapter six

Miles POV.

It was only last week that I had gotten the call from the morning loft show and so many people would DM me just to ask about Ellie. I admit that everyone loved her and she didn't even have to do anything. Me and Ellie talked almost every night before bed just to say goodnight and sometimes we would talk about our days but that part was rare. I told her I would take her shopping for a dress when we go on the show tomorrow morning because she was freaking out one night when we were texting so I hoped I could calm her down if I told her I'd take her shopping to maybe boost her confidence and luckily for me, it worked.

Before I picked up Ellie I had to pick up my spare gym bag from the locker room. I had brought it because I woke up late and couldn't find my other one but now I don't need it so I should bring it back to my place. Once I did that and got it over and done with I drove straight to Ellie's apartment building.

Of course as soon as the door opens and I see her she's smiling, Does this girl ever stop smiling? She stopped! Shit. I was probably staring at her for longer then I had thought and she got uncomfortable.

"You okay?" She scrunched up her face waiting for me to speak.

"Yeah, let's go" I nod before walking back down the steps. I just made a fucking fool of myself by staring at her that long. What the fuck is wrong with me?

When we arrived at the mall she knew exactly what store she wanted to go to so I just let her lead the way. I don't shop and I never take anyone shopping so I'm not sure if I should try to help or maybe just stand back and wait but I just followed her around waiting for the perfect opportunity to speak.

"How about this one?" I ask lifting a black dress of the hook raising my brow but she quickly shakes her head "alright... that one in your hand is pretty" I shrug.

"No purple isn't my color" she shakes her head again before flipping through dresses and saying no so fast I'm not even sure she knows what she's looking at. Why is she so damn picky?

"Okay is this weird?" I finally sigh.

"No"

"Then why do you say no to every single dress you lay eyes on? I even offered to buy you a
t-shirt and pants but that was a no too. So what is it?"

"I'm sorry" she winced putting two dresses back on the rack.

"No, Ellie. I don't want you to apologize to me I just want to know what's going on"

She looks down at her feet before beginning to pick at her fingernails. I assume it's a bad habit when she's nervous, I've seen her do it quit a few times we've hung out together. I feel weird standing in the middle of a women's shopping mall with Ellie while she debates on telling me what's wrong or not.

"I just.. I guess every dress I pick out I know millions of people will see me in and I don't want to not look good compared to how you look" her cheeks flush still avoiding eye contact with me but I soon realized and understood exactly what was wrong.

"Ellie if you want I will wear pajamas. No matter what you will wear you will still look like a million bucks and you shouldn't even worry about this shit because you and I both know that you are fucking sexy as hell and I'm sure every guy and girl who have eyes would agree with me sunshine"