Truth or Dare (Jack and Finn Harries fanfiction)

Chapter 24

I'm sorry about the slow update. I'm travelling a lot and will try harder to keep to a regular schedule after I get back in a week.

It was late morning when we started to pack in to the car. After much begging from the girls and I, we decided on going the nearest village for some much needed shopping.

At night we planned to go clubbing on the other side of the island, which was renowned for the excited, drug-fuelled mayhem of the young night life.

I sat in Finn's lap and felt him harden as I gently rubbed at his thigh. It felt good, to know I had that effect on him.

I made eye contact with Jack in the rear view mirror for the first time in days and it hurt to see his lifeless, blank expression stare into my eyes and then quickly flick back to the road.

It was was ten minutes into our trip when we reached our destination. It was underwhelming if measured by the standards of shopping opportunities, with only about three or four buildings on either side of the car. But it was nothing like I had ever seen before and I was positively ecstatic with the small cluster of shops.

The village was beautiful and old with all white painted cement buildings. The roofs were tiled dirty orange coloured clay slats. Up the uneven cracked white walls climbed green intertwining vines the had purple and blue flowers hanging from them. These bright and vibrant colours contrasted to the dusty dry ground which was hot as I stood waiting for the group to clamber from the car. We were parked underneath a particularly parched tree that could not protect itself from the harsh sun, let alone the car. It would be a hellish journey home in a stuffy hot car with seven people.

Zoella had my arm in a tight grip and as she pulled me across the road to one of the bigger buildings she explained her deep satisfaction she felt when she gives someone a make over. It took a bit of excited eyeballing of my outfit from Zoella before I realised that I was getting a make over.

The first shop we entered seemed to have accommodated to the renowned club-life Ibiza was famous for. Inside the atmosphere of the traditional rustic exterior warped into an ecstasy of dark neon colours with loud bass that vibrated the wooden floor boards. In the furthest corner from the entrance to the store sat an a man at the till. Even meters away, He was hard to make out. The flashing coloured lights contrasting with the blinking darkness made him a foggy blur. He seemed uninterested in us but waved in a content manner as we entered his store.

Zoe had started to shimmy and dance around the racks of beautiful dresses. She made thinking noises. I just watched intently over her shoulder and said the right things on queue when she asked what I thought.

"Where are your changing rooms, Sir?" Zoella asked politely. The man watched our mouths move and spoke in fast Spanish and pointed to a door.

We ran in to the room on the other side of the door. It was small and I giggled at the proximity of me and Zoella. Everything felt strangely heightened and I imagined this is how ecstasy felt like. I couldn't stop rhythmically jumping and dancing, I was too happy. And this happiness and excitement completely depended on my racing heart and my spastic dancing.

I was taking my clothes off and slipping on Zoe's first choice, all the while my hips still swaying to the entrancing beat.

Zoe got close to my ear and yelled over the music.

"Fuck all the over dresses, we need to get your hot new self to a club"

I smiled and nodded. I looked at my self and liked what I saw.

The black fabric clung to my body until hips where it went out a little. Around the front the material sat high on my collar bones. A pattern of gold fabric thinly traced an outline not dissimilar to a bra around my breasts, another thin line of gold fabric followed around my waist where the dress began to go out from hugging me closely. It was simple and with out the ecstasy of music and warmth, maybe I wouldn't have looked as good as I felt I did. But I did. I struggled with the lock but then released myself and Zoe out of the changing rooms.

I dug money out of my bag and exchanged it for a happy calm grin from the man at the till who seemed unaffected by the immense power of the music and for the dress that was still on my body.