Your's Only

The Dress

"Hey ma, look who it is!" my eyes trace around the wild looking desert, to find that husky voice. "Hey man, haven't seen you in a while" the guy punches Miles in the stomach, playfully.

What?..

"Caught up in work, you know?" Miles replies to a spiky, brown haired guy with dark blue eyes and who is very masculine looking, shirtless.

"This your latest work?" he asks, nodding over a smile at me.

"Yep, um Matt this is Skylar. Skylar this is Matt" I reach out to shake his hand, but instead he pulls me in for a free, warm hug. I hear him whisper something to Miles, but I'd learn to ignore things like that. "So where's mum?"

"She's making rum steak, and a whole lot of other things"

"Let me guess, she found out Sky was coming?" Miles asks, with a smirk.

Great. Sky, Angel.. any other nicknames Miles' like to add in.

"You've won a million dollars! Ding ding ding! Your guess is correct!" they laugh, Matt scratching his cheeks, which both reveal chocolate brown freckles, a few only.

"Ohmygod I forgot how we used to always talk like that!" Miles' bubbles in.

Well, this is awkward.. for me.

"Matt, stop hogging Miles and bring him and the girl in!" a women shouts, from the large white house.

"Well guys, that's your que" Matt states, hands raised up in front of him. "Im going to pick up Imogen"

"Oh I can't wait to see her,"

Is Imogen his girlfriend? Why can't he wait to see her else wise? What am I thinking, get ahold of yourself Skylar!

"Oh this must be the famous Angel,"

"Skylar mum," Miles' corrects sternly

"I know that, but you seem to go on calling her Angel, I though I might try it" the tall, red haired women argues lovingly.

"I call her Angel, to everyone else she's Skylar"

"Alright then, Skylar dear why don't you go up stairs and Millie will show you a few clothes of her own" I nod, as I look to the corner to find a girl with wavy red burnt hair and dark black eyes that her mother and Miles all share.

She looks about my age, a few years older but her ash freckles make her look much younger. "Come on, I have this white dress that would look amazing with your ombré hair!" she cheers, pulling me up the wooden stairs by my wrist. We pass a few rooms in the corridors upstairs before she pulls me into one, the walls are stained baby brownish, the bed sheets are silky pink, and the walls are decorated with amazing portraits.

"Wow, did you draw this?" I ask, pointing at one that has an old man and women sitting in a boat watching the night sky with a rain of shooting stars. The water reflects their image, smoothly it's almost as if its telling you a story.

"Yeah, I paint and draw a lot. Mostly when I'm bored, but Miles is way better. He's extremely talented,"

"Miles can draw?" its almost shocking.. it is shocking. Who would've guest Miles could actually draw?

"He can sing and play the guitar as well" she adds ,searching through a white closet.

"Wow," I mean it. "I never would've guessed"

"Oh, but you didn't hear any of this from me" she states, pulling out a short black and white patterned winter dress. "I can't find the other one but this one is just as pretty if you'd let me curl your hair"

"Why the occasion?"

"It's not an occasion. Every Sunday, we get dressed and visit 'Mannys'"

"Mannys?"

"You'll love it! It's so fun, and this time Miles' would be there and it's always better when he's there"

"So would my dog," I mumble. "I'm so sorry if you heard that."

"It's alright, Miles is really nice and fun to be around. But sometimes he's just really, really...I don't know. Come on, we have to get ready"

She quickly hands me the dress, and shyly asks, "is it awkward for you to get dressed infront of me. Some girls are.. afraid of getting changed infront of each other, you know?" I nod and smile, shaking my head as I slide out of my jeans and top and pull the dress over my head.

"I don't think it fits, my boobs are too big" I whine, trying to breathe while she helps me pull it down. I try jumping up and down as she pulls on it. "It's no use," we both laugh, lying on the floor rolling around.

She quickly gives me a glare, and eyes the dress, "The zipper?"

"It has a zipper?"

"On the side, Skylar!" she runs after me with a drum stick. "We wasted half my time! And I wanted to do your hair!"

I jump over the bed, and stack it, replying 'you can't catc..'

"Come on," she helps me up and zips down the dress, before sliding it smoothly down my curves and zipping it up. I look in the mirror and fall inlove immediately. The sleeves of the dress are half way, sticking to my elbows and the cut lays a few inches tightly above my knees. The material clings on my body tightly, especially on my boobs, as it makes them look pushed up slightly.

"I'm inlove for the first time, and with a dress" I cheer, as Millie grins happily and pulls me down on the bed to curl my hair. After she curls and brushes through it, she applies a soft amount of makeup, white eyeshadow over the lids and smokey charcoal brown in the crease, she adds mascara and I never thought my top lashes could look like spiders legs. She applies white in the inner corner of my eyes before brushing a light corally red, blush on my cheeks and red poisonous lips.

"Millie, what're you guys doing, giving birth? Lets go, reservations at 7" Miles knocks on the door, before pushing it open. His wide gaze glances me up and down completely, as a smile grows on his lips.

"You like?" Millie asks, Miles' quickly vanishes his smile and sternly presses his lips together.

"No, you are not wearing that dress Angel" he roughly commands.

"What? Why, what's wrong with it?" I argue.

"Everything," ouch. "Take it off, and Millie will show you the yellow dress"

"Ew, I thought mum threw that thing away?" Millie says in disgust,

"No, but she'll throw that away if I have anything to say about it" he sternly states, standing there roughly with a white dress shirt and casual jeans that outline his figure perfectly.

"I'm wearing this Miles" I argue back, roughly this time.

"No your not!" he snaps.

What is his deal? I like it and I will wear this dress if it kills me!

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"What will you have, ma'am" the blonde waiter politely asks me.

"I'll have the pasta, with the sliced vegetables and pasto on top, but you'd have to ask Miles if I can have it or not, because he certainly made me change into this hideous dress"

"Don't lie, you love the dress Angel" he smirks, giving me a playful wink.

Jerk |A$$|Retard|B@$tard|Idiot- times, 1000000

Ugh!!!!

"That's enough Miles," his mother states, from the end of the table. "Im sure Skylar looked wonderful in that white dress, why on earth would you make her change into that bright yellow sun costume"

"Can you all just let it go," he fires back, standing up from the table and walking towards the mans restroom angrily.

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