Perfect Storm

Chapter 2

Ross was on his way to pick me up for the open house, and I was already stressing. I had changed dresses three times before finally deciding on the simple tan maxi dress.

Then, I agonized over styling my hair. The shoulder length layered bob just didn't feel like me. I had long hair all my life, and took it for granted.

Thankfully, I didn't lose all of my hair during chemo, much to my surprise, but the drugs and hormonal changes to my body had made my previously long, thick hair thinner and more fragile. I elected to cut it short, and once I was finished with chemo and had gotten on hormone replacement therapy, my hair had finally started to become healthy again. It just wasn't the same though.

I was still nervous about my dress, but Ross was here.

"You look great Bree? Ready to go?" Ross asked.

"No." I shook my head.

"No?" He questioned.

"Do my boobs look fake?" I finally asked.

To my horror, he burst out laughing. "I don't know Bree. I try to make it a habit not to check out your boobs."

"Well, I need you to break that habit and give me an honest opinion. Do they look obviously fake?"

I could see his face redden. I may have inadvertently crossed the best friend line. But then again, this is something a best friend usually asks of their best friend. So what if said best friend happens to be the opposite sex.

"They look...nice. Firm. Perky. Like breasts. I don't know what else you want me to say Bree."

"You don't have to act like you've never seen my breasts before Ross." I pouted.

"That was a long time ago, and we agreed we would not go there again." He said sternly.

"For fucks sake Ross, I just asked you to look at my boobs, not have sex with me." I snapped.

"And I told you they look fine. I've never been up close and personal with fake boobs before...not that I'm aware of anyway, so if I were, then that must mean they looked pretty real right?" He grinned.

"Never mind. I'm going change." I huffed.

"Bree, don't. You look great. You really do. I'm digging the shorter hair on you, and your breasts are fine. I promise. Now can we please go?" He pleaded with me.

Ugh. Fine.

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"What's she like?" I asked Ross as we drove to the race shop.

"What's who like?" He took his eyes off of the road for a moment to give me a confused look.

"Ryan's girlfriend." I replied.

"Don't do this to yourself Bree." He sighed.

"I just want to know. Have you ever met her?"

"No. Not personally. I've just seen her around." He replied.

"I know she's beautiful. Obviously. I know she's a Victoria's Secret model. I've seen pictures of her. And them. Her and Ryan."

"Have you been stalking her Instagram?" Ross chuckled.

"Maybe. I just want to know what she's like." I whined a bit.

"I just don't get why you are doing this to yourself Bree. You are only gonna make yourself miserable."

"I just want to know if she's like...I don't know. A nice person. Is she good to Ryan. Is she good with Sturgill. Does she even like dogs."

"You're still in love with him." Ross snuck another look at me.