You Wear It Well

𝘙𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵

Y/n's p.o.v

I was sitting in the living room of mine and my best friend's shared apartment, watching tv as I relaxed on the couch.

I watched a re-run of the latest Miami Vice episode from May, anxiously thinking about when I would get called back into production.

My friend Sheri sat to my left, talking on the phone to her boyfriend Randy. They'd been a thing for a hot minute now and she seemed to be really happy from what I'd perceived.

Randy was good people.

"Mhm. She's right here, I can ask her if you want." Sheri enthusiastically glanced my way, grinning from ear to ear as she usually did.

"Hey Y/n, Randy and his brothers are throwing a party later and he wanted to know if you wanted to come too?" She hopefully pondered.

"Sure, why not?" I shrugged and reached over to the pizza box sitting on our coffee table, picking up a slice.

"She said she's down." Sheri squealed, excited that I'd decided to tag along for once.

I zoned out for a second as I thought on what to wear. I had a closet full of nothing to wear..

"Alright baby, no, you hang up." Sheri affectionately spoke into the phone, twirling the phone cord with her finger.

I snapped from thought, placing the rest of my slice back down on the side of the pizza box. "Sher, I have like nothing to wear." I frantically protested, catching her attention.

"Okay baby, bye bye." She hurriedly said to Randy, before hanging up.

"Y/n, you have more clothes than me." Sheri playfully protested.

I then watched as she placed the phone back and got up. "Come on, I'll help you find something." She offered.

- 30 minutes later -

"RaAaspberry bereEet, and if it was warm she wouldn't weEear much moOore-" Me and Sheri sang along to the radio of Randy's red mustang.

"RaAaspberry bereEet. I think I loOove herrr." Me and Sheri tried our best to imitate Prince, giggling in between words.

Randy tried to stay quiet, holding back his laughter at our trolling.

Marty, who sat opposite from me, looked out the window, occasionally shaking his head in disapproval and snickering.

"Fools." He mumbled, hiding his amusement.