𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒆/ P.G.

13

Love's POV:

"Ow!" Lance whined waking up when I hit him in the face with a cushion. "Good morning to you too." He rubbed his eyes.

"You totally blew my cover last night." I told him still holding the cushion.

"What? Was I supposed to do something besides picking a killer dress for your date?" He crossed his arms and I hit him with the cushion again. "Ow!"

"You were supposed to cover for me."

"While you had sex with your brother's best friend?" He asked sarcastic and I hit him again. "Ow! Stop hitting me!"

"He almost caught me."

"Having sex?"

I hit him again.

"Who's having sex?" We heard a voice and turned around seeing Charles with his arms crossed.

"My...cat." Lance stuttered and I gave him a side-eyed look.

"You have a cat?" Charles frowned.

"I had. He died...after having...sex with a cat with...STD." He lied horribly and I mentally face-slapped myself.

"Okay..." Charles blinked slowly, weirded out by Lance's story. "I'm gonna make breakfast." He shook his head and walked towards the kitchen.

"Really?" I looked at Lance as soon as Charles left.

"It worked." He shrugged.

"A cat with STD?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Give me a break, I just woke up." He replied and I rolled my eyes.

[...]

I had gone out with Lorenzo and Arthur to the mall. I wanted to buy a dress and Lorenzo had agreed on taking me.

"It's this one." I smiled looking at the dress.

"It's ugly." Arthur spoke and Lorenzo glared at him, he raised his hands in fake surrender.

"It's beautiful Love, looks like the one your wore to prom." Lorenzo told me and I smiled and nodded.

"You're only missing the braces, the frizzy hair and the glasses." Arthur teased and I glared at him.

"Why is he even here?" I pointed at Arthur and Lorenzo sighed.

"I don't know, ask mom." He replied and Arthur looked at him offended.

"I'm gonna try it on." I smiled and they nodded.

I went in the changing rooms to try it on. It was a beautiful navy blue dress. It for sure looked like the dress I wore to prom, Pierre said I looked pretty in it. I remembered that moment vividly.

"Love! Come down! I want to see you!" My mom yelled and I walked down the stairs.

I fixed my glasses as I walked downstairs with a huge smile on my face.

"You look beautiful." My mom gasped and put her hands on her chest.

I heard footsteps and Charles and Pierre walked in the room. Charles smiled looking at me.

"You look beautiful Lovey." Pierre spoke up and my eyes lit up with joy, my heart skipping a beat.

"Thank you." I whispered and shrugged with the dorkiest smile on my face.

I looked at myself in the mirror. For the longest time mirrors where my worst enemies but this time I liked what was staring back at me. I walked out the changing room.