Confessions Of Teenage Murder (And Worker) Drones

Fashionista N - pt II

"Okaay, you're being kinda sus right now." N, still not wanting to tell Uzi what was the matter, lead her to her bedroom and handed her the bag.

"So, I.. I got you... A gift? I have no idea whether it's your thing or not but.. I hope you'll like it," he mumbled, his voice an unsure whisper.

Her hands a bit shaking, Uzi opened the bag to reveal two carefully folded dresses.

A gasp escaped her mouth as she put the clothes on the bed. Two dresses, one as black as Vantablack, with white and violet stars embroidered here and there on the skirt.
And the second one as bright as the sun, with a white band of fabric that must be the belt.

N was smiling like the child who'd stumble upon their long lost favourite toy, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Uzi didn't wanna ruin the mood, but the second dress was way too flashy for her to wear. It just wasn't her colour.

"So, do you like them?" N asked with a cute little baby voice.
"Yeah, they're fantastic!" she exclaimed, half lying.

The male drone suddenly went out of the room, as if inviting his friend to put on the dresses.

Ugh, why am I being put in such a position, Robot Jesus.

With a sigh, Uzi changed into the black dress, admiring herself in the mirror. It actually suits me.

She swirled for a moment before realising that N was waiting on the other side of the door, telling him to come in.

N glitched a little as he entered the room, shocked and marvelled at the same time.
Uzi was wearing the dress he'd carefully designed for her. And it seemed like she actually liked it.

Uzi was internally screaming. N won't stop staring at her with an affectionate expression on his face, something strange glinting in his eyes; and the blush gradually covering his visor definitely didn't help.

I think I'm blushing too, bite me.

"You look gorgeous, Uzi." She could barely hear his words. She looked at him shyly, blushing like mad as her pitiful attempt to ignore the honeyed glances the male drone gave her failed. He seemed half lost in a distant dream, where Uzi probably was the protagonist. Even when she moved across the room, his eyes trailed gently on her.

Uzi's voice snapped N out of his reverie, asking him in a timid tone whether she had to put on the second dress on or not. The boy didn't answer as he left again, leaving a blushful Uzi to change into the second and last outfit.

The dress seemed a bit V or Lizzie style, but she still put it on for the sake of N's pleasure, removing her beanie. She looked so.. different. So bright. And probably more approachable than in her dark goth outfits. A walking ray of sunshine. Like N, she thought. 

She called him in, holding the white band in her hands. The male drone suddenly opened the door and came in, freezing half way. He seemed on the verge of fainting. 

N couldn't think properly anymore. His train of thought constantly got interrupted. He could barely muster a word or two in his empty, echoing mind. A name was ringing inside it in an endless loop. Uzi.

The girl in question dragged him to the mirror where she stood in front of him, handing him the band. For a second, N wondered what did she want him to do with it exactly. Ohh, a belt you idiot. She wants you to tie the band. He felt sweaty, flushed.

And so he put the band to her waist and, with shaking hands, tied a sagging bow behind her back to secure the belt. Their eyes locked in the mirror reflecting them. It barely lasted two seconds, yet his hands stayed around a slightly trembling Uzi's waist. 

She closed her eyes, feeling him lean down to kiss her head as he her brought her closer to him. Uzi turned around to face N, grabbing him by the belt of his coat. She lowered her gaze to the ground for a second, murmured a muffled fuck it, and kissed him. 

N's core was spinning. It wasn't real, was it? He must be in dream. He needed someone to slap him. But Uzi's lips were well on his, and realising that this might never happen again, he cupped with a hand her beautiful blushing face, losing and drowning himself in the kiss. 

Uzi's father would be home soon, and the last thing the two drones wanted was to get discovered cuddling together, Uzi in a brand new fancy dress her dad's never seen before. 

A heavy, unbroken silence filled the room. Uzi looked away, unable to prevent herself from blushing, afraid to see N's reaction. The male drone couldn't describe the kiss he'd just shared with his best friend. In fact - it'd be pointless to try so. 

Pulling her in a tight embrace, he kissed her forehead, pulling his hand away from her waist before leaving; a caring, affectionate lover's smile on his lips.