Alexandria's Superman

(fifteen) he could be the one

(Lexi's POV)

"We go through this every time you go on a date with him, Lexi." Sam reminded me from where she was laying on my bed.

I groaned and threw another dress onto the foot of my bed; it didn't make the cut, just like the rest of them in the pile.

"Nothing is good enough."

"When will you realize that what you wear is the last thing on his mind? He likes you for who you are."

The deadpanned look I gave her was enough to get her back on her feet to find me something that lived up to my standards for tonight.

"I can't wear that." I frowned as she held a cute dark grey dress out in front of me on a hanger.

Clearly annoyed, Sam rolled her eyes. "You have more clothes than Hannah Montana, yet you can't seem to find an outfit to wear to a family dinner?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, stubbornly. "It's not just a family dinner. Liam will be there."

Sam sighed, softly, and pulled me by my hand to sit down next to her on my bed.

"Liam isn't Chad. He doesn't care if you wear your most expensive dress or a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He likes you."

When I was with Chad, the whole relationship was doomed from the start really. He was nice for the first three or four dates, but then he realized how much publicity he got from being with me. If he had any genuine feelings before, they were wiped away the second he started making investments in clubs and hotels because people were interested in him since he was my boyfriend.

Instead of caring about me, he cared about what I looked like and what we looked like together for the magazines. If I wanted to go out wearing a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, which was rare enough as it is, Chad would not stand for it. Without a second thought, he'd insist I go change or we would not be leaving the house.

"I just don't want him to be embarrassed to be seen with me." I whispered, running my hands over the grey dress Sam suggested.

"Lex, this is not downrating Liam at all, or disrespecting what he does, but he's a bartender. He doesn't care about your outfits and your public image, only you."

She's right.

Liam and Chad are in no way alike. It's not even fair to compare them or our relationships.
Mine and Chad's relationship was incredibly unhealthy. He used me for my fame to build his and made an attempt to control my every move.
But things are polar opposites with Liam. For one, he hasn't even made any effort to become known by the paparazzi. He wants nothing to do with the fame. Plus, he allows me to be myself. He's never once told me my outfit was too trashy, too casual, or too much in general.

So far, we have kept our relationship in the dark to everyone besides those who are relevant in our lives.

He doesn't seemed to mind and I certainly don't either. After my relationship with Chad where everything was public, I have craved for something real and private.

I have that now.

"Wear that." Sam insisted once more before she stood up and excused herself from my room.

Despite the long hours before I would even see Liam, I slipped into the dress now. It was a plain dark grey long sleeve t-shirt dress with lacing lining the bottom. I put on a tan knit scarf with a pair of boots that stopped right below my kneecaps.