new blue dress;dyle

2: Kyle Pretends He's Straight

I was home alone, well, at least I thought I was.

My parents were working and my sister was out with her friends, but I felt as if someone was near me. Woody, Kyle and Will had all walked home, leaving me to my business.

My hand dug around for my dress in the bag from the store, while my other hand did not hesitate to pull my black shirt over my head. It was quite a task, but I was impatient and dying to try it on again.

Pretty soon, my other clothes had piled up in separate spots on the floor, and I was tugging the dress over my head.

It fit me so well, I could've sworn it was made for me.

The light blue fabric wrapped around my thighs and bottom, and the white collar around my neck made it even cuter. It cut off at least halfway up my thigh, and the sleeves were short as well.

For a while, I reveled in the sensation of confidence and beauty, the unfamiliar feeling of joy was being gleaned from me by this dress, and I loved it.

I decided that i could revel like this for a while more, so I got my Blue Neighborhood Record and put it on the turntable. Troye Sivan was my secret husband, idol, inspiration, love of my life, etcetera.

And now, I felt like I was flying. I laid on my bed and smiled at myself, smoothing out the fabric of my dress happily, yet I still worried.

I was always a worrier, plaguing myself with my inexactitudes and mistakes until I could no longer continue with my day, and break down.

I worry about my appearance, my family, my grades, the opinions of others and my friends. But in this dress I felt powerful. I could no longer worry in this piece of fabric I owned. It was my salvation.

My epiphany soon came to an end when I noticed that someone was ringing the doorbell, and then I began to notice the wallet that laid on my desk.

It was Kyle's.

So without my attire on my mind, I raced down the stairs and opened the door, seeing Kyle with a worried expression. It turned into shock.

His eyes were wider than the moon, with irises so large, you'd have thought they were bowling balls.

"Dan..." He whispered. "What are you-"

I shamefully looked down. I felt embarrassed to be wearing it in front of someone who I considered to have such a high caliber in my life, like Kyle. The tears stung the corners of my eyes, and they slid down with ease.
"I love this dress so much, I feel so amazing, but I didn't know what you'd think."

"Well, I love it." He beamed, a hand on my shoulder. "I'll always be here for you. Don't ever think otherwise."

He soon leaned into the side of my face, pressing a kiss on my cheek, then under my earlobe.

At that moment, my lungs inflated with anxiety and my heart palpitated furiously against my ribcage. I could feel pure adrenaline, like fire on my cheeks and chest, riding along the bloodstreams through my body. It felt magical.

Without another word, I gave Kyle his wallet, and went back upstairs.