Just friends

Chapter 14

I helped Wesley bring his stuff into the apartment and unpacked his stuff in Peter's old room. I poured us both a glass of wine. I decided to be a generous person and let him choose a show to watch on Netflix. He chose the Office. Shockingly, I like it. Jim and Pam ate frickin goals. They're so adorable and Pam just needs to leave her fiancé. We both felt pretty tired and cleaned up everything around three in the morning.

"So, is this a friend's wedding?" He asks holding up the invitation to Heidi and Josh's wedding.

"Yeah, uh it's next month. I don't even know if I'm going to even go. I have nothing to wear." I explain.

The next morning I wake up and smell food. I throw on a hoodie and walk out of my room. Wesley is in the kitchen and basically has an entire breakfast buffet set out on the island. I sit at one of the chairs at the island right before he turns around from the stove and dumps eggs into a bowl.

"What, no mimosas?" I ask.

"Well, unless I can substitute champagne with wine, the closest thing you have is orange juice." he says.

"I've done worse."

"I don't feel like poisoning you somehow. So, here's orange juice." I roll my eyes before piling my plate with food. After I finish eating I plop myself on the couch. "Go get dressed." I look at Wesley with a look of shock.

"Why? What the hell?"

"I'm taking you somewhere."

So, instead of actually getting dressed, I just throw on boots. We head out to his car before leaving. We arrive to the mall and I get curious. He guides me to a JC Penny's and walks to the dress department.

"Okay, why are we here?" I ask.

"You said you have nothing to wear to the wedding. So, I'm buying you a dress." he explains.

"Wesley, why are you being so nice?"

"You gave me a place to live. I have to repay you somehow."

I don't do anything so he starts throwing dresses at me before sending me to a dressing room. I try on this yellow extremely poofy dress and feel absolutely hysterical. I walk out with it on and I can tell Wesley is doing his best not to laugh.

"Laugh! Do it!" I say before he bursts into laughter. "I feel ridiculous."

"Wow." he says as he keeps laughing. "Talk about being a ball of sunshine."

"You must've really been random when you grabbed these dresses because there are a ton more random dresses." I then walk back in and put on this orange dress that fashion would think is absolutely fabulous. Trust me, it's not. I walk out and give this giant look of disgust. "I think the fashion police would think this is absolutely beautiful while I find it as a piece of shit."

"Didn't Katniss wear that in the Hunger Games?" Wesley asks.

"I just hope this one doesn't catch fire." I then realize the mistake I just made. "Oh god, that was a terrible pun."

"Go try on the next dress before you come up with anymore terrible puns."

This next dress I put on was short, silver, sparkly, and strapless. The four S's that lead to no good. I walk out and immediately start tugging on the bottom and top of the dress.

"Hey, don't bend over too far. You might fall out both ends." Wesley says.

"I feel like a prostitute."

"You're dressed like one too." I walk over and smack him before walking back into the dressing room.

I walk in and put on a short burgundy dress with a sweetheart neckline and lace sleeves and illusion. It was absolutely beautiful. I was tempted not to walk out with it on. I swore I spent ten minutes staring at the dress itself.