The Story of Her DISCONTINUED

Chapter. 18

I had obviously said yes to Lydia's question. It had been a week since she asked, and everyday since then she's missed at least one class. I don't know weather or not I should ask her, or let it be. I'm sure if it was something important she would tell me, so as of right now I've decided I should leave the situation alone.

The dance was in two days and I had decided to tell my mom I wasn't going and that I would be hanging out with Ian and Bryan instead. They would pick me up, and I'd change into my out fit at their house. It was a simple plan, but there wasn't much else to do. I just hope my mom doesn't find out that their parents are actually dropping us off at the dance, and not at the movies to see Zootopia like I originally told her.

        As of right now I am at the store with the two of them, searching through the racks of clothing to find something nice to wear to the dance.

"Everything here makes me look like a douche bag." Bryan grumbled as he came out of a dressing room and examined himself in a full body mirror. He ran his hands over the black blazer that covered a red button up. Ian came out to stand next to him, his white blazer thrown over his shoulder as he looked Bryan up and down.

"Everything in your closet makes you look like a douche bag." Ian said, causing Bryan to turn around and hit his shoulder. I laughed at the two boys from my spot on the little red bench, watching as they wrestled around with each other. There was always something odd about the way they acted towards each other, sure they acted like best friends, but it was different compared to the way I acted around the two of them. They were more shy towards each other, and I never got why.

        I was snapped out of my thoughts when Ian tumbled to the floor, right in front of me. Bryan was laughing his ass off as he reached his hand out for Ian to grab, who refused and pushed himself up. "I can do it myself." Ian said with a grunt as he stood to his feet. I rolled my eyes at the both of them, stretching my legs and arms out.

         "Can you guys just by something already so we can leave?" I asked, causing both their heads to turn to me.

        Bryan sighed as he unbuttoned his blazer. "Well I was gonna get this one any way." He said, shrugging the black material off his shoulders.

        "Weston!" Ian yelled, causing my head to snap up in his direction. "You haven't tried on a single thing since we got here." He said in a motherly tone, causing me to narrow my eyes at him.

        "Yeah, what's up with that?" Bryan spoke up, questioning me as he rose an eyebrow in my direction. Not knowing how to answer, or even knowing the answer myself, I shrugged my shoulders at them. Ian groaned and turned to face Bryan, both of them sharing annoyed glances.

         "No offense man, but you can't just show up wearing the same pair of sweatpants you wear everyday." Ian said, gesturing to the Nike sweats that adorned my leg.

        I rubbed my hands over my eyes, groaning at my two best friends, who were acting more like my parents. "Yes, mom and dad." I said, my tone laced with sarcasm. "...I know." I breathed out, and stood up to meet their eye level. Ian sent me a fake smile as he pushed his blazer into my hands.

        "Go find something to wear man, Lydia has something nice to wear." He stated, definitely catching my attention. "So why can't you?" I went to say something, but shut my mouth once again, and marched out of the dressing room.

My eyes scoured over the racks of clothing, picking out things and throwing them back. After what seemed like hours of looking, I finally settled on black pants, a white button up, and a blazer. Ian and Bryan were freaking out about everything, especially my outfit. Apparently since I never wear anything nice enough it's a huge deal to see me dressed up.

I'm only doing this for Lydia. I just wanna see the smile on her face when I walk her into the dance. I wanna hear her laugh and I wanna be the reason she does. I've never been much for, 'helpless romance,' but she makes me want to be. I cant imagine her talking to someone the way she talks to me. I can't imagine her looking at someone the way I look at her. And I know that if she were to feel the same way for someone else as I do for her, I would break.

I've only been with her for a few short weeks, but I've loved her since third grade. I loved her when she was just a little girl, when she didn't care to be the first person to answer a question correctly, when she didn't know how to do her hair or apply make up. I loved her when she didn't know how to dress properly, or when she didn't even notice the way she made me feel. I don't know if I can get over someone who has made me feel this way for so long... So quickly. And I know that I don't want to either.

I have to be careful with her. And not just for her benefit, but for mine too. She makes the world seem so much brighter when she's here, but so much darker when she leaves. And I'm so scared I'm gonna be left in the dark.

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A/N: I am not giving up on this book!!!

I've just been going through a really tough time atm and I'm trying to deal with that as well. I'm really sorry this took so long; hopefully next update will be much better😓💕

-Kendra T.