9. The Birthday

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"...So I need you to come with." You finished explaining what happened to Andy.

"Fine, but you owe me one." They sighed, going back to typing away on their phone.

"Thank you. I'm so nervous, I don't even know what to wear." You spun the barstool chair around.

"Let me see your closet." Andy spoke, not looking up.

"I knew you'd say that." You smiled brightly, standing from your spot to lead the way.

When you got in your room, you opened your small closet for Andy to look through. They stood in silence for a few minutes, seemingly analyzing all the clothing. Suddenly they headed towards the door.

"Wait-" you started to speak but they held their finger up as they walked out of the room. You sat on your bed waiting for a few minutes until they finally returned.

"Ok try this on." Andy spoke as they handed you a long sleeve button up. It was black with thin white stripes running down it. You put it over the shirt you were wearing, noticing it ended just above your hips. The sleeves were bell shaped, which you loved.

"This is cute." You spoke, looking in the mirror next to your closet.

"Don't wear a shirt under next time and leave the top button open. Next for pants." They started reaching in the closet. A pair of mid-rise, black straight leg pants were pulled out. You'd gotten them for an interview and they were kinda perfect for fancy events.

"I see the vision." You giggled, grabbing the pants. Holding them up to you in front of the mirror really made the outfit come together.

"And these shoes. Let me see jewelry next." They grabbed a pair of black heeled loafers.

You opened a box next to your bed with all your jewelry. They rummaged around for a minute and picked some things out. The items were set on your nightstand. There were a few rings and a pearl necklace. Damn, you knew their eye for style was something but seriously it was crazy how easy that was. Usually you'd go through everything and then settle on something that was just ok but this was hot like for real.

"Are you a god?" You squinted at your roommate who looked awfully satisfied with their choices.

"I've been told demon a few times but I'll take it." They smiled. You giggled at their reaction.

"Dude you are seriously amazing." You took the shirt they gave you off.

"Ok, you can treat me to dinner then." A devilish look appeared on their face.

"Anything for you, superior being." You pretended to bow.

They just smiled, going back out to the living room. You sat back down on your bed, laying back on the mattress. This is so crazy. Going to a fancy party with the guys was so nerve wracking. At least you were going to look hot as fuck while you did it.

~One week later~

Shit. The guys were picking you up in an hour and you were getting increasingly more anxious.

Andy was still in the bathroom while you waited on the couch, already done with everything. You tried to scroll on your phone to ease your nerves and it was kinda working.

Finally after like 15 minutes, Andy emerged from the hallway. They had on a white sleeveless top, showing off a bit of their tattoos and a pair of black pants similar to yours. They had on these black chunky platforms that made them even taller than they already were.

"You look fucking hot." You said with wide eyes.

"I know." They gave you a little smirk, making you laugh.

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