Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 88

EZRA

After having lunch with Lauren and her snotty nose nephew and who couldn't stop playing with his food; now there's a another reason why I'm not the biggest fan of kids around since there's snotty noses and sticky fingers they always have but I guess Leo was alright for a hour even though he kept picking his nose.

Which is to make Rachel laugh and smile, seeing her smile makes me smile like a fool along with hearing her small snort when she starts laughing crazy, I should be doing that more often instead of making her angry and cry, "Hey Rach? We should probably get going so we can leave," I acknowledge her, she nods okay. Rachel walks over to Lauren and the nose picker, they stand up, "It was nice seeing you guys, and Leo," bends down to his level, "It was nice to meet you," she tells him as shaking his hand that he just picked his nose and they walk away.

I try my best to hold my laugh but fails as she stands up with a hand full of his snort. Gross kid. Rachel arches her brows, I lower my eyes to her hand, she looks at it, "Eww," she whines as rubs it off on the back of her jeans, "You can rub the smile off of your face," she says as I keep laughing at her.

...

While sitting on one the couch outside of the women's dressing rooms, Rachel took at least ten or fifteen dresses with her from every dress her little fingers touch, "Come on Rachel? Are you going to show me or not?" I yell out. She doesn't respond from being in there forever; I adjust myself and lean back as I wait for Rachel more but something tells me she's not coming out.

If she's not coming out and wants to be all silent, then I'm going in and shut the silence off; I get up from the hard rock couch, walk slowly towards her dressing room that says her name on a whiteboard and without a warning, I crotch down and crawl under the door. This wouldn't be hard if I didn't have long legs.

"Hi baby," I greet her and, once I'm in there, it looks like the size you would see in the wedding boutiques. I only know that because my mom and Skylar would spend hours in one, as looking at the tons of dresses with different colors and lengths, I see in the corner of my eye Rachel silently sobbing in the corner while holding a dress, "Rachel?". She looks up with mascara tears around her hazel eyes, I crotch down, looks at the dress she's holding, "What's wrong? Is it the dress?" I wonder and she immediately nods no, "It's not the dress. It's me," she responds and throws the one shoulder dress she was holding on across the room. I look at the dress, grab it, and it's a zebra printed short dress, "What do you mean, it's you and not the dress. You are perfect,".

Rachel shakes her head no, "I'm not as perfect as you think I am. I can't even find a dress without wanting to cry from the way I look in," she whimpers sobs and I pull her closer in my chest. I rub her naked back with one hand when reaching for her shirt with my other hand, "Raya, look at me," I tell her but she doesn't, she just looks at her legs, I roughly grab her face, "Hey! You are perfect the way you are. You could've worn a paper bag at this wedding junk invite and you still be the sexiset woman walking. I love you for you. Not for your body, and you don't accept it. I will cherish it as well so you can cherish it yourself," I admit.

I stand up, I look through all the dresses she bought in and all of them look so comfortable until I see a light blue, almost baby blue strapless dress and I hand it to her, "Try this one for you, please?" I beg of her, she shrugs her shoulders while looking at it, "It didn't fit on me,".

"Well I will be the judge of that. Please, try it on. I won't look until you say I do," I say, and she takes one more look at the dress before grabbing it, "Thank you," she thanks me and stands up forgetting that she's almost completely naked with only wearing her panties, "Shit," she covers herself up. I roll my eyes, "You can't hide your body from me forever. It's beautiful like you," I kiss her cheek and lips, she smiles a little, "Try it on,".

Rachel waves her finger around, I nod okay as turning around to have her privacy even though I have seen everything of her, and I never will get sick of that. I look over my shoulder, my jaw is dropped from the way the dress fits her like a glove but she can't reach the zipper, "Let me," I help with the zipper going up as my fingers spend goosebumps from her cold skin, and slimed my hands down her shoulder, "You look absolutely breathtaking, and now look,".

"It's a nice color. I will get it but," she faces me, I cover her mouth, "I'm paying for it. No substitutions,".

...

After getting a pair of shoes and such for the rest of Rachel's outfit, Rachel decided to drag me around like a dog on a lease to every store that a tuxedo on a display window even though I will look like a walking penguin, but if she wants me to look like one, I only do it for her especially since she looks damn good those jeans that shape her curves in the right way, I need to man up and not be a baby.

"What about this suit?" she asks next to me, holds up a pink tuxedo, I glare at her then at the tux and immediately shake my head no, "I'm just joking with you. Why are you so serious?" she laughs.

"I want to leave and you know how much I hate shopping especially if it's around christmas time, it's not my favorite time," I admit, look through all the boring yet ugly looking suits then seeing a classic black tuxedo, and as I'm about grab it Rachel grabs for me, "You would look so handsome in this, you should get it along with a tie that matches my dress," she suggest, waves the cover up that holds the dress, "Do we have to be all matchy matchy?" I whine once again and she rolls her eyes, "Yes so get over it," she utters out then laughs.

Hours later, after doing more shopping for the perfect wedding for my mother and my so-called almost stepfather Jasper, it burns in my core that the fact a professor like him with his brainy child like Alex will be my stepbrother. I don't need a sibling. I have... had one, Skylar. One's enough for me; We get back to the car with bags filled with priceless gifts that Rachel probably blew hers and mine both work paycheck, Eric decided to give us a big winter break paycheck. He's a smirky cocky motherfucker who pays well.

"Hey, can you drop me off of my house because I need to do some wrapping before christmas comes?" she asks, as placing the presents in the trunk carefully, and closes it. I don't say anything, I nod yes but still sad that this day has ended, I don't want this good day to end.