And He Still Didn't Fire Me

Just shopping with my boss

It's the day of the party.

And I have no idea what to wear. After continuously shouting at myself in the mirror about how I am so bad at fashion, I called Lucas to know about the party, is it themed or can I show up in my sneakers?
Don't take it the wrong way, I didn't have anyone else's number, intentionally...

He picked up the phone and I instantly noticed his voice as sleepy. My perverted imagination quickly wandered to how he would be looking right now in his bed, with messy hair and half opened eyes. He was still sleepy and grumbled something I didn't understand at all. I, getting irritated at his weird grumbling noises, shouted out loud, "Lucas Banks get off your bed and talk to me it's important!"

He grumbled something again and I heard some shuffling and then, his voice became clear.
"What is it sweetheart?" He said in his still sleepy, yet attractive voice.
"The party, it's today." I stated.
"Thanks, captain obvious."

I rolled my eyes at his attitude and told him about how I have no idea about what to wear and what is it all about because, I never went to parties where my parents wanted me to go to. I played video games alone at home instead.

"Sweetheart, are you trying to ask me out on a shopping date?" He asked with amusement clear in his tone.
My eyebrows rose past my hairline when I shouted, "No!" My mother came in to check on me and weirdly giving me a glance, she shook her head and went away.
"Calm down sweetheart, I woudn't reject."

"Listen Lucas, I just want you to tell me what the theme is and how I have to dress like."

He snorted and replied, "Sweetheart, no matter how much you try, I wouldn't trust your fashion sense. You're still a hobo. I still don't get it how a Smurfs T-"

"Shut up! Fine I know. But I'm not that bad-"

"Get ready. I'm gonna take you to shopping." As those words came out of his mouth, I couldn't help but think of him being too sweet and helping me shop like how they show in chick flicks.

I could hear him chuckling as he said,"Sweetheart, stop daydreaming. Yes, I'm gonna go shopping with you because I don't want people to think that I hired a hobo as my assistant, though I did."


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Deciding to go for my original look, I wore my black skinny jeans and a T shirt of the same colour. Wearing an orange zip up hood over it, I slipped on my black converse and walked out with my phone.
My hair in the usual messy bun.

I fidgeted my phone in my hands as I waited for him to arrive. I had this awkward nervous feeling inside me rising.
Out of all people, I'm going shopping with Lucas Banks?

Let me not remind myself that I kissed him on the cheek yesterday and ran away.

I started pacing around in the driveway. I jerked up at the sudden voice of a car honk. Turning around, I looked at Lucas laughing while sitting in his car. I raised an eyebrow at him as he nodded towards the passenger seat.

Getting seated, I turned to Lucas who was still snickering. Rolling my eyes at his childishness, I looked outside the window, letting a smile slip and make its way onto my lips.

Out of boredom, I looked around and my eyes landed on Lucas' attire. He was wearing a Black T shirt and orange sweats! My eyes grew wide and it looked like we tried to match!
But is he going to the mall in sweats?

"Ms. Lockwood, are you going to stare at my sweats during the drive?"
Ignoring his comment, I said, "Dude, You going to the mall in these?" I pointed at him, annoyed.
He looked at his sweats and said in a high pitched voice, mocking a girl's, "Oh look! we match! How cute!"

I couldn't help but chuckle at his little act and shook my head.


As we reached the mall, I instantly recognized it as the one where my mother and father go to buy those cliche high class dresses.
While I used to wait till we get to some normal shops.

He took me to the first one and starting going through the dresses.
"Um, are you gonna search dresses for me?" I awkwardly cleared my throat. I even noticed a salesgirl smiling at us and giving me a 'thumbs up'.

I just smiled at her weirdly and asked Lucas what he's doing. I found a nice black dress with some dragons painted on it but Lucas slapped my hand away saying, "As gay as I would be looking, I'll buy you a dress myself." He then called a salesgirl who was practically drooling at him and asked, "Show me the best of your blue dresses."

Blue?

She nodded eagerly and lead us to the trying room where we waited as she bought a trolley in which blue dresses were hanging. Lucas chose the darkest blues first and pointed at the strapless one made of velvet, with little silver sequins spread on its top and the bottom. It was full length with a cut on the left, to show off your leg.

I snorted at his choice. Perfectly cliche.

He simply glared at me and shoved the dress in my hand and pushed me into the trying room and quickly shut the door while I processed what happened. I shouted from the try room, "You're gonna embarrass yourself!"

"Haven't you embarrassed me enough? Do what I asked you to do!" He snapped.
Knowing I had no way out, I decided to try on the dress. And no matter how cliche it sounds, it fit me perfectly.

"Done yet?"

"Yeah... I guess?" As soon as the words left my mouth, the door was opened and I realized I hadn't locked it. I felt my cheeks warm at the thought.
Great.

He looked at me and studied the dress and the fitting thoroughly, before making a noise of approval.

"I'll take it."

As we went to the counter to pay for the glamorous dress, I stayed quiet staring at him.

"Aren't you gonna fight me like the cliche girlfriends do about paying themselves because they're so cool?" He asked me while taking out his card.

I stared at him and asked, "Girlfriend?"

"Just saying, hobo. So you won't argue?"

I shook my head, "Nope. Why go for my own loss?"
He nodded giving me an impressed look. Taking the bag from the cashier, we walked out and he asked, "Got shoes?"

"Yep." I said lamely pointing at my sneakers. He rolled his eyes and asked again.

I sighed and told him, "My mother bought me silver pumps with those little diamond-ties over it. But they're 4 inches. Tall girl prob." Listening to my little rant, he stood at a little distance from me and took note of my height.

"You're still shorter than me."

"Not my problem your 6'1" "

"You're 5'8" right?"

I nodded. "It's fine then. Unless you can't walk in heels, which I believe you can't. Forget it, we're buying you flats. Learn walking in heels babe, this isn't going to be your last party."

I simply snorted as we walked to a shop to buy flats.


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There are 2 hours before the party starts, and my mother helped me in getting ready.
At first, she squealed continuously while looking at my dress with excitement. I even heard a 'Mason should do this with me too'.

She applied concealer giving my skin a flawless glow. Applying dark blue eye shadow with great perfection, she ended my eye makeup my applying a thin layer of eyeliner and coating my eye lashes with mascara. She decided to put on a nude lipstick to keep it elegant.

My dark brown hair was curled beautifully, falling on my back.

"Put one in the front." My mother told me as I looked at them with wide eyes. After my hair and makeup was done and I was wearing my silver flats, I stood in front of the mirror playing with the cut as I put my leg out and then back in.

Thankfully it was not higher than my knee.

As I decided to leave, my mother came to me and smiled at me with her hands on my shoulders. She then picked a velvet box and opened it, revealing her favourite precious little diamond studs.

I shook my head with my eyes widening but she patted me and made me wear them. She then made me look in the mirror and said, "I'm proud of you, Candy."

"I'm not getting married, mom!"


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As I arrived in the lavish room with huge chandeliers hanging, I panicked and started searching for Lucas. Everyone here was finely dressed and looked like they walked straight out magazines. For the first time, I didn't feel out of place due to my dressing.

As my gaze met Lucas', I relaxed. But then I noticed his attire.
His hair was gelled back to perfection. Black shiny coat and pants, and a dark blue shirt.


He looked at me wide eyed, and smirked.