The Golden Fake Couple

Chapter Ten: the Holy Grail

"Okay so like. Never?" I ask in bewilderment. Blinking my widened eyes.

"Never." He shakes his head with a small, slightly hesitant chuckle.

"What the hell man. Like I knew you were all into the muscles-and-abs look, but really? Dude, you've been missing out" I flip back onto my bed in disbelief.

We've been up in my room for about an hour now playing the completely clean version of 20 questions. Connor has never had Nutella. I know. The poor guy.

I sit up suddenly turning my head to face him quickly so my hair flicks in front of my face before swinging back to the side of my head. I can't help but notice Connor follow its movement then his eyes shift to my face and he smiles. I brush it off and Carry on with my crusade to make his life even better.

"Mum went shopping yesterday" I grin

"Aaaaaand?" He looks at me confusingly, tilting his head. Naw. He looks like a little puppy when he does that.

"I PUT NUTELLA ON THE LIST" I yell and race downstairs into the kitchen, not even checking if he's following. I yank open the cupboard and scan it's newly stocked shelves.

"No...... Not here..... Ew, why did she buy that..... Oh yay, I like those...... YES" I spin on my heel with the holy grail in my hand, noticing that Connor did, in fact, make his way down behind me and is seated at the kitchen counter. I skip over to him and grab two spoons from the drawer. I break the seal and put my spoon in, collecting the hazelnut goodness on my spoon; careful not to get heaps but still a substantial amount - this is a real skill. Before passing that spoon to Connor and creating an identical sample for myself. I sigh and smile just looking at it. This is the stuff that dreams are made of.

I look up at Connor and see him looking at me like I've escaped from a mental asylum.

"How much of this stuff do you go through?" He hesitantly asks me. Eyeing the sample on his spoon.

"Weeeeeeeeell...." I trail off. Honestly, I don't know. Too much probably but oh well who even cares

He just shakes his head and puts it in his mouth, eyes widening.

"Woah"

"Woah indeed" I grin.

We sit in silence for a while, double dipping our spoons in the tub but with our mutual love for Nutella established, I frankly don't care. And I'm the only one that eats this stuff in my house anyway.

We decide to head up to my room and start getting ready. We had just under an hour (maximum) before we leave and I still needed to shower, do my makeup, hair and get changed.

I was currently looking at the display on my bed where I'd flat laid all the new outfits and shoes on my bed and was swapping combinations to find the best one when Connor drops a sports girl bag smack dab in the middle. At first, I didn't realize and thought it was just what he brought his clothes in when I realized he doesn't shop there and remembered the beautiful - yet expensive and slightly slutty- the dress I had tried on earlier.

Too scared to open it I look at him and narrow my eyes. "What is that?" I ask putting my hands on my hips.

"Just open it" he shrugged and goes back to his phone, clearing blowing my drama off.

I stare at the bag and the shape of the item inside. It could very well be the dress. But there is a chance it's not.

"I swear if it's that dress Millar I'll-"

"Yeah yeah you'll castrate me or chop my balls off or scratch my car, just open it please?" He turns and looks at me from his position, lying on his back, knees bent.

I pick up the bag and take the item out. It was white but not the same material as I remembered. And smaller too. Less fabric. I don't know if that better or worse. I take the corners in my hand and let the clothing fall to reveal its appearance and my breath hitches.

It's the most beautiful white halter top I've ever seen. It was a thicker cotton material with a navy blue trim around the top, navy trim strings as well. It didn't tie at the back and rather offered more coverage as an actual shirt; while still having the backless effect. I just knew that it wasn't material that was too thin that you'd see the bra through it and it wasn't too thick either. It has the same navy colored pattern trimming in a sort of tribal design from the high neck with an intricate triangle that started at the neck and ended in a point where cleavage would be - if it was showing. My eyes widened as I stared at the top and knew instantly that it would fit me without even needing to try it on. This would look amazing with the jean shorts and converse. If I did my hair in big loose curls and the right look of makeup I would look good. I liked that certainty.

My gaze shifted reluctantly from the shirt to Connor who was grinning as he watched my reaction.

"Did I do good?" He smirked.

"You did good" I breathed.