The Boyfriend Diaries

28) You're not getting me into a dress

    Chapter Twenty-Eight: You're Not Getting Me Into a Dress

    “Tadah!” Melissa sang as she burst out from behind the curtains.

    “Oh my giddy Aunt!” Adam exclaimed in shock.

    My eyes widened and I pointed at Adam. “What he said.”

    “What? You don't like it?” She asked, looking down at the dress, twisting this way and that, the frilly lace bottom swaying with her movements. It was hideous, it really was. All pouffe and fan-like, just gross. “I think it's cute.”

    “Yeah if you're Lady Ga Ga.” I laughed at her, and I was pretty sure the rest of the shoppers in the store were finding it just as funny as I was. Adam was holding back, not wanting to hurt her feelings. Which made no sense at all. A friend would straight up tell their other friend if she looked like a moron, or a hooker, to save her from total humiliation at what she would describe as the most important prom night of her life. Which is my job, twenty-four seven.

    “Shut up, Shay.”

    “What?” I defended. “She asked me for my opinion. Would you rather me lie and say it's beautiful, and let her turn up in that dead fish dress for everyone to take the mick out of her? No. So you shut up.”

    “Don't listen to her, Liss. If you like it, then that's all that matters.”

    With a sigh Melissa slapped her hands down to her sides, spun around and went back into the changing room.

    “Shay you don't have to be so brutally honest.” Adam told me off.

    I twisted on the sofa to pull a face at him. “If you don't like it, you know where the door is, sunshine.”

    In the changing room next door to Melissa's, Ryan emerged looking exceptionally dapper in a black bow tie suit. I couldn't help myself, I had to wolf whistle and if I was not mistaken he blushed slightly at the attention.

    “Ryan's looking hot.” I said, nudging Adam teasingly.

    “He's my boyfriend, is he not?” He clicked his tongue and gave Ryan a suggestive smile. “That one's a winner for me, Ryan. Buy it.”

    “You think?” He retorted with an insecure shrug, tugging at his lip ring like always.

    “Yeah definitely.”

    With one last nod of his head Ryan retreated back behind the curtain, only for Melissa to resurface once again. This time wearing a baby pink short number with a single black flower strap.

    Neither of us said anything, Melissa's head fell low in defeat. “Let me guess. You don't like it. I look like a hooker.”

    “What do you say?” Adam asked me knowingly.

    “Yeah, I don't like it. I love it! Hot mama! Melissa you look amazing.”

    Her head shot up in delight. “Really? You really mean that Shay? It's not too short?”

    “No it's short but put some tights on and you'll be set. Honest. It looks really good on you.”

    “All right.” She beamed before turning on her heel more enthusiastically than last time to get changed back into her casual clothes. I fell further into the sofa, feeling the pull of boredom tugging restlessly at the back of my mind.