Imaginary Friend

2/Galaxy Pants

"Hey, future-wifey," my fiance, Ethan mumbles against my cheek. I groan when pain starts to enter my head, fuck, hangover.

"Fun night, my dear?" He chuckles, while I roll my eyes. Last night was, well, confusing I may say. "What's on your mind, Amy?" Ethan attempts to soothe the pain, but is only making it worse.

"Did Ella told you that I was here?" I grunt against the pillow on my face. He doesn't have to see me like this, ugh. I feel him get up, and walk over to my walk-in closet. "Yup! And today, we are going to meet with Anthony at Starbucks, the one at Venice Beach." He chirps, picking an outfit for me.

He walks out of my closet, the pillow already out of my face to see what he picked out for me, a copper gold blouse, a black leather pencil skirt, my Prada bag, and three inch heels from my cousin's clothing line. "You are wearing this fabulous outfit!" Putting the blouse against my collar bone, he smiles, feeling satisfied on what he chose for me, my eyes rolling once again, ladies and gentlemen!

I remember my first impression of him, gay. Not that I'm against gay people, it's just that he already cared too much about what I wore the day we met, and the way he wanted.
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"Amy, this is Ethan. Ethan, this is Amy!" Ella cheers, bringing our hands together to shake. I awkwardly smile at him, Ella has been telling me all about him these past few months. Always mentioning his taste in clothes, which I might say, are colorful-seeing what he is wearing, a striped shirt with the colors from the rainbow, his floral leather shoes, and galaxy pants.

"Um...your pants are too high up, your shirt is too white for your shoes, and...your shoes are...too red for your pants. Oh! Is that a Chanel bag? I love Chanel, same as Louis Vuitton, Gucci, and many other expensive brands! I will tell you about a friend who gave me a fake Gucci purse and asked me to pay for the shipping! Ugh, so annoying! Oh, and I love your jewelry, are those Pandora? Damn, your rich. Well, I am rich too but, like, the 'humble' rich guy who tries to not spend any much in a day."

I wince at his tone, it's too happy for me."You mean...cheap?" I raise an eyebrow, he gives me a look, then bursts out laughing,"Haha! God, you're funny. I wouldn't call myself cheap if it weren't for my mother. Oh, dear mother." He dazes off, putting his hands over his chest in a gentle manner.

"Will you, excuse us? I just need to remind Ella of something"

"Oh no, it's fine! Dairy Queen. Y'all can talk here, I mind, no I don't" Did he just call me 'Dairy Queen'? This guy I swear.

"No, I really need to tell her this in private." I smile sheepishly, dragging Ella in a corner.

Ella smirks, winking at me,"so...?" dragging the 'o' sound. "Is he gay?" I raise my eyebrows, annoyed at what escaped his mouth the past  5 minutes. Ella's eyes widen in amusement, "I don't know if you're just kidding with me. But if you are, which probably sounds like it, haha!"

"I reckon he is...," I trail off, crossing my arms together. "No, no, no, no, no! He is one hundred percent not gay," she jumps in excitement,"and, you guys are perfect for each other!" She adds.

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Sometimes I regret speaking to him, because he says too much for my liking.

"Amy, are you even listening to me? I was talking about your Aunt Selene and how she thinks she's the Moon Goddess, for Heaven's sake, those are not real! Wolves, rouges, witches, vampires, or whatever fantasy exists in the book world. The only thing I appreciate about her is her hair, so soft, so light to touch, it even has these sparkling things on it that look like little stars." He shakes his head, oh how little does he know.