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Pretty Woman Pt. 1 //// Dallon Weekes

Ok so i couldn't find the cover i made for this story. basically on the cover theres a gold rose, which is the logo for the (Y/L/N) family company.

(Dallon's POV)
That little rose has been apart of my life since i was six years old.

I remember i was playing in Central Park in the sand pit by myself with my little dump trucks. My mom was reading her book on a nearby bench and my sister Elle was playing with one of her friends near the swings.

I was used to playing by myself growing up. Dont get me wrong, I actually enjoyed being by myself sometimes. I had this huge imagination, so i could entertain myself in a doorless, windowless, toyless room for hours on end.

I had finished digging a moat for the sand castle i had built when a girl about my age appeared in front of me with her hands behind her back. "Your sandcastle is really pretty!"

The girl had (E/C) eyes and shoulder length (N/H/C) hair. She had on a sparkly pink dress that looked way too fancy for her to be wearing to play at the park. The girl was smiling down at me with a grin that showed a couple missing teeth.

I shrugged and looked down at my truck again, continuing to play. "Isth ok i guess." You see, i had just lost one of my front teeth, so i talked with a slight lisp. The girl suddenly plopped down right next to me, probably getting sand all over her dress. I stared at her and she stared right back at me with the same toothless grin.

"My name is (Y/N)! Can i play wif you?" I was confused as to why a girl wanted to play in the dirty sand and play with my construction trucks. All my sister wanted to do was play with her Barbies. Nevertheless, I shrugged my scrawny shoulders again. "Thure, my name's Dallon."

We played for what seemed like forever in that sandbox. I noticed a fancy looking man sitting next to my mom on the bench and talking to her. (Y/N) told me that that was her "butler, Derrick." I didn't know what that meant at the time. Neither of us knew what it meant that (Y/N) was an "air-est", either, but it was apparently very important.

After that day at the park, my mom organized play dates with (Y/N) and she soon became my best friend. I mostly went over to her house, which was extremely huge. I met her mom and dad, who both dressed a lot fancier than my mom and dad.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) was the heiress to the multibillion dollar clothing company, (Y/L/N) Romania. They weren't clothes that my family could afford at all, but people that were super famous and rich could wear once and throw it away. Of course, our five and six-year-old minds didn't really understand just how important that was, nor did we really care. All we really cared about was playing together and doing things best friends did together.

Years and years passed and our friendship never faltered. We both went through different phases and enjoyed every bit of our childhood and teen years together. As i grew older, i began to have this nagging feeling that (Y/N)'s parents didn't approve of our friendship. After all, she was extremely rich and important. I was just....Dallon Weekes. Normal, not rich Dallon Weekes.

(Y/N) of course knew about my fear, and was always quick to settle my doubts. "Dallon, we've been best friends since we were kids. Do you really think that i care if my parents dont like you? I like you, and that's all that matters."

My mom always asked me about (Y/N). "When are you going to ask that darn girl on a date and love her already?" I always shut her down, though. All these years, i never even had a flicker of feelings other than friendship for (Y/N). I was absolutely sure that she didn't like me like that either. We've both been through our fair share of dates, (Y/N) with her rich private school boyfriends and me with my plain girlfriends. Neither of us got jealous of the other dating someone. We were just friends and that's all we would ever be. And we were both ok with that.

I was now 25 and (Y/N) was soon to be turning 24. I had moved out of my family's apartment and into my own when I was 22. (Y/N) had also moved out, but into an expensive penthouse. The difference was that I struggled to pay rent with my 9-5 job while (Y/N)'s penthouse was covered by her parents (despite her begging them to let her get a job and pay for a normal apartment). I wasn't bitter about it, though. I was happy being born into a humble family, and i wouldn't trade it for anything.

That's where i was today, sitting in my tiny New York apartment with (Y/N), watching a movie that we had picked up from the Blockbuster just outside of the city. My head was in (Y/N)'s lap and her fingers were absentmindedly playing with my brown fringe as my abnormally long legs hung over the other arm of the couch.

"Hey, Dal?" I look up and see (Y/N)'s eyes still glued to the TV screen. "What's up?" She finally looked down at me and grinned when she saw my eyes on her.

"My cousins getting married and i'm in the wedding party, so I need a date. You wanna do it?" I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"What about Adam? Don't you want your boyfriend to be your date?"

(Y/N) wrinkled her nose in absolute disgust and looked back at the TV. "Adam was such an ass. I dumped him yesterday." I laughed lightly and a smile made its way on her face.

"Your parents aren't going to be very happy, Dookie. The were in love with Adam!" I exclaimed, referring to the time (Y/N) accidentally stepped in fresh dog crap in her $3,000 Jimmy Choo heels during my sister's wedding.

(Y/N) flicked my nose, making me laugh even harder. "First off, don't call me 'Dookie', Dildo. Second, they're gonna have to deal with it."

She started laughing at the face i made when she called me "Dildo" and i soon joined in.

"What day is the wedding?" I asked once i had sobered up. (Y/N) resumed running her fingers through my hair and turned back to the movie.

"November 30th, nine months from now."