Alaina Clark

Chapter 8

 "What are your options?" Dean says, his eyes following me as I walk over to my closet. Opening the door to my walk-in closet. "Hmm... I don't know. That's why you're here, to help me pick." I state as I flip on the light switch in the closet, taking one step inside looking over the dresses hanging in front of me. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I step to the side, allowing Dean to get a better view of the contents of the closet. "Get your top three dresses and we'll pick from those." Dean said as his eyes scanned the closet. "I really like my red dress." I say as I walk further into the closet to retrieve it, Dean follows close behind. I grab it from the rack and hand it to Dean. "I like this one too." He comments as he looks at the dress in his hands. "What others do you like?" He asks, his blue eyes watching me as I bring my hand up to my chin in thought. "The black one." I say and even though I have many black dresses Dean knows exactly which one I'm talking about. He grabs it from the rack and holds it in front of him for a few seconds before draping it over his forearm along with the red one. "This one too." I say adding a blue dress to the small pile. "Time to try them on." Dean says handing me the three dresses. "Alright, get on the bed." I said before I realized my choice of words. I feel my eyes widen as I process what I just said. Dean immediately shoots me a panty dropping smirk. "If you wanted to get me into bed all you had to do was ask." He says raising an eyebrow at me. I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks and they're probably red. "You know what I meant." I mutter, rolling my eyes at Dean. It only makes him laugh. "Seriously Dean, get out of my closet. Go sit on my bed." I state firmly, pointing my finger at my bed. My annoyance quickly growing. "Okay." He says raising his hands in surrender, trying to hold back a smile and failing. He obeys and I close the door to the closet, slipping into the blue dress. As soon as I walk out of the closet Dean's eyes rake up and down my body. I walk over to look into the full body mirror. The baby blue skater dress reaches just a few inches above my knees. The square neckline shows off my collar bones, and would look great if I added a necklace. It's tight around my waist and I like the way I look. I turn around to face Dean, his eyes immediately go my face. "What do you think?" I ask, my hands running from my shoulders to my waist for emphasis. "I like it." Dean says with a small smile. I walk back to the closet and change into the black one. I walk out to go look in the mirror. The black dress is floor length and loose fitting. It has a halter neckline to complete the look. This is one of my favorite dresses. "I like that one too." Dean says pulling me out of my thoughts, for a second I had forgotten he was sitting there. I shrug and walk into my closet once again. Quickly undressing and then slipping on the red dress. This is one is my favorite out of the three. Soft, thick fabric hugging all of my curves. It makes my cleavage look good too, holding it up but the square neckline not revealing anything. It reaches an inch or two above my knees . Stepping out of the closet I don't even bother looking in the mirror because I already know I look good. I watch as Dean's eyes widen as he shamelessly checks me out. Mission accomplished. "You... you look amazing." Dean says in a slightly choked manner, his voice deeper than usual. "This is definitely the dress." I say with a small laugh. "Yeah." Dean replies as if his thoughts are somewhere else. I roll my eyes and walk back to the closet. Smirking when I feel Dean stare burning holes into my ass. Closing the closet door I change back into my clothes and I hang the blue dress, quickly followed by the black one. I walk out of the closet and drop onto my bed next to where Dean is sitting down, clutching my red dress in my hands. Dean lays down and turns to face me. "My mom texted me that dinner is at seven, we'll meet them at Anthony's." He says looking at me. I turn to look at him, Anthony's is this Italian restaurant that has the best pizza. "Okay, I'll be ready by six." I say and he nods. "You're probably about to shower when you're done with your morning routine meet me at my house ." Dean says softly, his blue eyes staring at me intently. I nod and open my mouth to speak when he interrupts me "I almost forgot."He says reaching into his pocket. He pulls out my headbands which are dusted with flour. "I found one in my bed and the other in the kitchen." He says holding them out for me to grab. I take them and whisper "Thank you." "Anything for you Sparkles." He whispers back. I sit up, placing my dress next to me as I walk over to my bathroom. "I'll see you in a bit." Dean says as he walks out of my room. As soon as I close the bathroom door I get undressed. I step into the shower, turning it on and setting it to the hottest temperature. The hot water feels amazing as it hits my shoulders, getting rid of the knots of stress. Everywhere the water touches the stress dissolves, leaving me completely relaxed by the time I'm done. I get dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a simple navy blue t-shirt, I slip on my navy blue converse and push my hair back with a navy blue headband. Looking into the mirror I note that the whole matching thing makes me look super basic. Scoffing at my own thought, I grab my purse and head downstairs once I make sure my phone is in there. Then I head out the door, making sure to lock it behind me. Soon enough I am in Dean's kitchen, sitting on the stool I have claimed as mine. "So what do you want to do?" I ask Dean who is standing directly in front of me. "I don't know, you pick" He suggests. He laughs when I groan in disapproval. "You know how much I hate making decisions, one of the agreements of our friendship is that you decide so I don't have to go through the trouble." I say with a sigh. Dean scoffs "Just pick something." He demands firmly, giving me a pointed look. "Fine." I mumble giving in to his demands. He smiles widely as I try to come up with something fun to do. "Are you excited for tonight?" He asks breaking the silence with a hint of emotion in his voice, an emotion but I'm not sure which one. "Yeah." I reply truthfully. "I'm glad to hear that, I know my parents kind of sprung it on you, but I know you'll love Elliott." He says and I can hear the mysterious emotion leave his voice. "I'm sure I will." I reply cheerfully. "I know my dad says he was his mentor, but they were more like best friends," He says as he places something on the counter. "Really?" I ask trying to picture Mr. Miller and Elliott doing something casual that best friends do. Nope, I can't picture it. "Yeah, Elliott is a lot like my parents. Easy going, and straight forward." Dean says completely unaware that he's basically describing himself. "He's dirty minded too." Yup, he's describing himself. "How would you know that?" I ask laughing against my hands. "I accidentally overheated a conversation between him and my dad." He says with disgust in his voice. The fact that he's disgusted by his dad and Elliott saying dirty things makes me laugh harder. I'm so wrapped up in the conversation I forgot that I was supposed to pick something to do until Dean asks what I decided. We end up spending about half an hour discussing what we should do when Dean suggest the gym and I agree. The gym. Dean and I always have fun at the gym.