3 years, 2 teens, 1 office.
This is the story of Leslie Stephens and Adam Mason and their untraditional love.
Leslie Stephens is a normal-ish teen. Out of nowhere, an extraordinary opportunity presents itself. She goes on this mysterious journe...
A week later.... Adam Mason's POV: "Why do I need to get a tux? I have plenty of formal shirts and jackets!" I whined to David.
He rolled his eyes and dragged me inside the store. Looking at the salesman, he asked,
"Do you carry tuxedos for formal occasions for his size?"
"Yes, sir. Let me show you our different options. I'm assuming you would like to match your date's dress?" He answered politely.
After showing him the small fabric swatch Teresa had graced us with, I ended up trying so many tuxedos, but they all looked the same.
"We will take this one." David confidently told the salesman who looked delighted beyond words.
"You do realize that the tuxedo is over $2,000. I only brought $1,000." I whispered, yanking my closest, but the often impulsive friend.
"Don't worry. Your mother gave me her credit card. She said to get you everything you need and not to worry. This is your first dance as a man with a date. I'm not letting you scare this girl away with your carelessness to dress for the occasion." David half-whispered, half-scolded.
And this is why he is my closest and longest friend.
Moving on, we spent countless hours doing shopping I could care less about and then went back to the office where Teresa was blocking the door.
"Neither of you are allowed in there. She's trying on the dress. It's bad luck."
"Um. Teresa, you realize that only applies to wedding dresses and we aren't getting married." I told her.
"Yet, anyway," David mumbled. I punched his arm.
"DAVID! I am not even freaking 16."
He mumbled something again but I gave up on knowing since he's as stubborn as an ox.
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2 weeks after that...
Leslie's POV:
I swear I was gonna screw up things and make a mess of our friendship and business relationship. Why am I so nervous? It's just Adam, right? Yea. I took a few deep breaths and hoped that I wouldn't royally screw up tonight.
"I know you are worrying in there. Let me in." Teresa yelled thru the door. I unlocked the door and was met with Teresa holding a garment bag that held my dress and Brice holding a packing box filled to the brim with makeover supplies.
The set themselves up and sat me down in the spinning chair they had dragged into Brice's room. Oh, did I mention that I was currently standing in the Fields' house..er mansion?
"Honey, stop looking like we are holding knives in our hands. I'm just holding a mascara tube. It isn't that lethal." Brice told me, waving that thing around. (a/n: How many of us have poked our eyeball out using mascara?)
