These Coming Years

Chapter Nine: The Electric Blue Dress

"Do you know what we're going to be doing here?" I asked my long lost friend.

Spencer's smile almost seemed devious as he answered, "Well I have some other friends here on the strip, so I can guess what I'll be doing, but I'm not sure what Brendon has in mind for you."

"Gosh, what should I wear?" I looked down at my pencil skirt. It was pretty, but it also seemed a little too librarian for Vegas. "Should I go casual? Do I need to dress up? Or...do I need to...dress down?" Spencer started cackling, and he wiped his eyes as he began telling me about how innocent I was. "It's not funny, you assbutt! I don't know what to do!"

Spencer calmed himself and pulled his phone from his jeans, handing it to me. "Here," he sighed, finally able to breathe after his laughing fit, "Put your number in my phone. I'll go see what Bren has in mind, and I'll send you a tip."

I quickly clicked the little black keys and handed his cell back to him. As he left my room, I pulled my suitcase up onto my bed, and began outfit planning. Or at least trying to. Ugh. I don't know how to do this, I complained to myself. Then a quick realization hit. I knew someone who did.

Of course, Marisol eagerly answered her phone.

"Hey! Are you ready to come home yet?" She jokingly beckoned.

"Well, funny thing," I scratched my head. "I'm actually a few hours from home. I'm in Vegas."

"Wait, what? He flew you all the way to New York just to fly all the way to Nevada? That's just about two hours away. You guys could have just met there." She sounded skeptical.

"He wanted it to be a surprise," I explained. "I guess when we were younger, he had promised me he would bring me here one day. Suppose he's trying to make it up to me."

"So has he started any real ass-kissing yet?" she laughed.

"I mean, he's really trying get me comfortable again," I shrugged. "He's getting unnecessarily close to me, and he's started holding my hand. And now I'm trying to figure out what he has planned for us tonight. He wants it to be a surprise, but I'd like to be prepared with my attire."

"Well, I packed you for pretty much anything," she reminded me. She began giving me detailed descriptions of possibly outfits based on the situation. My phone vibrated against my ear.

"Oh, hang on a sec," I interrupted her. It was an unrecognized number, and the message read: "It's Spencer. Bden has a nice outfit laid out. Looks like a tux. I'm going with the dress down option lol. Don't let him know I told u."

"Okay, so Spencer is telling me Brendon has a tux laid out," I explained. "Like, what do I wear to be on the same level with that?"

"Hmm," she took a second to probably sift through outfits in her mind. "Well, tuxedos are like the sexy attire for men. He's really trying to impress you. He's going to want to look his best for you. So you're going to have to look better than his best."

"I-I don't know what that requires," I stared into my suitcase.

"Just look in your bag for literally the bluest thing in there. You'll know it when you see it." I put my phone on speaker and began pulling stacks of clothes until I released an electric blue dress. I couldn't help the exclamation I blurted as I picked it up. It was...small. It was long, but it was going to be tight. "Sounds like you found it," she was laughing at me.

"This isn't going to fit," I argued.

"Yes, it is," she denied my claim. "There are some control top pantyhose in there too, so it might help a little if it needs to."

"Okay, and I guess I can just wear the simple black heels with it." She continued lecturing to me what the perfect outfit was going to be, and had just finished telling me about how to do my makeup when there was a heavy knock at my door. "Let me call you back." I hung up. Once more, as I waved the door open, I found Brendon waiting in the hallway.