UK Oneshots

A Dress? (Hank/Nick)

Hank's POV

"Do you think girls are gonna wear really high heels? I mean if so there will be so many injuries. I better bring my med kit." Ashley said rambling about the school formal.

I just roll my eyes and open my locker. I try an jam my books in. "Honestly I don't understand why we need to dress up. I'm just gonna wear my suit jacket and some jeans like last school dance." I say, trying to keep everything in.

"Hey dude this fell out of your locker." Frankie says, picking up a letter. "Here I'll read it for you" Ashley offers. She opens it up and reads:

"Dear Hank,

I have had a bit of a crush on you for a while and would like to ask you to meet me for a private dance at the formal. Please meet me alone on the upstairs balcony at 7 pm. Wear something nice, I would really love to see your handsome face all dressed up.

Love, your secret admirer. X

P.S. I hope my handwriting wasn't too hard to read."

"Oh damn dude, you got a date. I wonder who she is?" Frankie says. "Well, who said it was a girl? It could be a guy." Ashley says.

"True, either way. I guess now I have to ask mum to help me with what to wear." I say, slamming my locker shut. I heard something break but shrugged it off.

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I walk through the front door of the spicy salami and up to the register. "Hey mum, so I know it's a bit last minute but could I get something new to wear to the formal? I don't think I have anything nice enough." I say with puppy dog eyes.

"Hank the formal is in 2 days, you couldn't have asked me earlier?" She says, coming around the counter to serve customers. I follow her.

She sighs. "Fine tomorrow after school I'll take you to find something. But we might have to go to a second-hand shop, we don't have that much money."

"Thanks, mum." I say kissing her cheek and going to the kitchen. I put on an apron and get to work.

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"Hank, let's go." Mum yells. I swing out my door and follow her out of the apartment. We drive to the store.

"Hank, just wait here. I'll go look for something nice." She says leaving me at the changing rooms.

I turn and see a rack of dresses, probably ones that need to be put back on the floor. Out of curiosity, I look through them. I find a boxy blue one that looks about my size.

"Hank!" I jump and hide the dress behind my back. "Here try these on." Mum says handing me some shirts and dress pants. I nod grabbing them, accidentally adding the dress to the bunch.

I try the pants and shirts on, showing my mum each one before finally reaching the dress. I stare at it before deciding to try it on over my jeans. I zip it up and turn to face the mirror. I smile before noticing every part that doesn't fit.

"Hank, come on let's see the next one." "Uh, n-no, I don't think this one looks good. I'll just take it off. Could you try and find something else?" I say calling out to her.

"Don't be ridiculous Hank. Let me see.." she says walking into the changing room. "MUM?!?! Get out!" I say turning to face her, blushing, trying to cover my body/dress.

"Oh." She breathes in and nods. "First of all I'm your mother and you were only changing a shirt. Secondly, that dress doesn't suit you, honey."

I stand there shocked. "Mum, I can-" "Did you want me to try and find a better one? This one is too boxy and the colour is too bright." She says.