Dear You. | scl

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"Tati!" I screech, not believing my eyes. The already very short and tight dress Tati forced me to buy has shrunk. It's mid thigh, sticking to my figure for dear life. I'm afraid to breath. That's how tight it is.

Tati came rushing into her bathroom, her face worrisome. When she see me in the dress, her frown instantly spread into a mischief grin.

"Tatiana McQuay, why do I look like a stripper?" I ask, trying to restrain my anger. I'm uncomfortable in knee length dress, imagine me leaving in this dress? I'm mortified, to say the least.

"Iswitchedittoasmallersizebeforewegotinline"

"What?"

"Ugh! Fine, I switched it to a smaller size!"

"Why would you do this to me!" I whine, throwing my arms up for effect. Tati rolls her eyes, "don't be so dramatic Bai, Ken will def have trouble keeping his hands off you tonight."

"It's a good thing I'm not wearing this!" I exclaim, arching my arm to unzip the dress. She just stands there and watches me struggle. The dress allows very minimal mobility and my arms just don't bend that way.

"Are you gonna help me out of your death trap?"

She placed her finger on her chin, pursing her lips. "I don't know, do I want to help you out of the dress I want you to wear.... obvs no Bails."

Tati literally speaks in abbreviations, saying the full word would be really weird for coming from her.

"Ok if you help me out of this dress, I'll wear your second most skaniest outfit" I compromise, still trying to reach the zipper. She bits her lips thinking about it but slowly a smirk forms and she's nodding. "Okay, I'll take that." She chirps, skipping over to me and unzipping the dress.

"Ooh cute bralette! I have the perfect outfit to go with it!" She beams, grabbing onto my arm and pulling me into her closet. She starts flinging clothes everywhere and eagerly going through the hangers when she finally finds the dress. It's a distressed black T-shirt dress with embroidered roses. In her other hand she has black thigh high heel boots. I open my mouth to protest but she arches her brow menacingly. I retreat to the bathroom with both items in my hands.

After tugging them on, I look at myself in the mirror and was not disappointed. It was a little off the shoulder so my bralette kinda showed, which I kinda minded but over all I look hot and I can breath.

I open the door to tell Tati I like it but was left speechless once I saw what she was wearing. "Umm... Marry me Tati McQuay!" I exclaim in awe. She's wearing a simple off the shoulder blue and white pinstriped top and a denim skirt. Of course to top it off, hoop earrings. She turns around, putting in her second hoop. Her jaw drops as she surveys my outfit. "What have you done to Bailey Sok, sexy?" She teases, receiving an eye roll from me. She did some last finishing touches to her makeup before hollering, "Let's go Bai! We got hearts to break!."

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We stopped at Urban Outfitters on our way to the party, I had forgotten to buy film for Kaycee's gift-- which was a Polaroid. Tati decided to write her name on Will's gift and act like she took part in picking it out. By the time we arrive at the party, people litter the whole house and the gift table is flooded with perfectly wrapped presents.

Tati's on the phone with Will, who hasn't gotten here yet. I spot Kaycee making rounds and greeting people so I wait to approach her. Kaycee is friends with the entire student body do to her bubbly personality. I'm definitely not a party person but this party, especially, isn't made for me; everyone is here.