Caught In The Act (LiL PEEP & BEXEY)

Chapter Ten

"What the hell are you doing?! Get up!" Rayn pulled the duvet off of my bed and that warm, cozy feeling of being submerged in comfort left Bexey and I.

"Why?" Bex rubbed sleep from his eyes.

"Look at the time! You have to be at that dance in an hour!" I glanced at my phone, Rayn wasn't kidding.

"Fuck!" Bexey jumped right out of bed and sprinted to the bathroom.

"The dumbass didn't set his alarm?"

"Guess not." I yawned and sat up. "Well I'm up now."

"Good because you're going."

"Excuse me?"

"Gus is waiting for the two of you to go get a dress and suits." I groaned and went to join my best friend in the bathroom.

The two of us side by side in the clean mirror almost made me jump out of my skin. We looked like organized chaos...without the organization part of the equation. "Pass me the brush." I told him.

"No, I'm using it."

"Of course you are." I rolled my eyes. "You actually want to go and look nice."

"I actually want to? Does that mean you are going but you don't want to?" Excitement found its way to his blue eyes.

"Sadly, yes." He squealed. "What the fuck, dude. Masculinity?"

"Oh, yea. Sorry." He cleared his throat. "Do I smell okay?" I sniffed the air.

"Brush your teeth again and go get the cologne that is all the way to the left on Gus and I's dresser." He whooshed out of the powder room in .2 seconds. By the end of seven minutes the two of us were somewhat presentable and had made it down to the car.

"We're totally going to be fashionably late." Gustav drove to the nearest bridal store.

"That might be a problem if we're picking up Skyler. Are we?"

"No, thank the good Lord." Bex wiped his brow.

"Are you nervous?" I gave off a judgemental expression.

"Yes, stop looking at me that way."

"Dude, we're just going to get outfits." Gus winded the corner of a busy road.

"What if she doesn't like what I pick out?"

"Dont be paranoid." I attempted to help. "Get whatever you want and if she doesn't accept your style and who you are then she isn't worth it."

"Clea's right." My boyfriend backed me up. "As always."

"Why thank you, kind sir." We made it to a tiny parlor but I liked what I saw positioned in the windows. Perhaps this will be my favorite part about going to this ball...shopping for and trying on dresses.

We entered the tiny business and looked around. Gustav immediately laid eyes on a beauty that he wanted to take home. "Aren't you going to try it on first?"

"Maybe. But I want to buy it now."

"Just go try it on." I pressed him toward the dressing rooms.

"Fine." He trotted over and concealed himself in a small cubicle. When I knew he couldn't hear me, I turned to speak to Bex.

"See, I don't exactly dig a purple tux, but I do love Gustav. Therefore I love everything about him, including his range in style. I can deal with it and he doesn't worry about my opinion on things like these. You shouldn't either. Do your think and Skyler will do hers. Think of this as a test."

"And it's lecture time, I see."

"Bexey." I kept him in check.

"I think you're right." He owned up to it. "I just don't know if I should get so drastic so fast."

"Gus stalked me within the first night we met and watched me sleep and look how things turned out between the two of us. Look, all I'm saying is dont frazzle yourself. Just do you. You're good at that, you're usually telling me these things because you don't give a shit about what people think. Remember that." I tapped his forehead with my fake stiletto nail.

"Get that claw away from me." He laughed and pushed my hand aside. "You're right, again. But I want your opinion on that one." He pointed to a short mannequin towards the back of the store. It was white and the ends of the sleeves were rolled back to show a velvet red color lining the inside. The color protruded that crimson as well. It was surprisingly normal.

"That's the one you want?" We shuffled toward it.

"Yuh." As I got closer I saw that it was not normal.

"Man, what the fuck is this!?" He burst out into a fit of laughter.

"It screams me. Don't you think?"

"I mean I see it but...I'm at a loss for words right now." Lifting up the flap of the over coat I found tiny Homer Simpsons embroidered into the lining. Why is this even being sold?

"I'm getting it."

"You do you I guess." I continued to encourage. Gustav made his way to us looking sharp but like something out of an anime or something. He twirled for his two closest friends and awaited praise.

"That's hot." Bexey admired.

"I like yours." Gus complimented. Who am I dating!?

"It's cute, babe."

"Thanks baby." He sparkled in my direction and for a split second I felt a herd of butterflies. Odd. This must mean we've been super distant. "Where's your dress?"

"I haven't looked yet." I shrugged. "Nothing's really grabbing my attention or catching my eye."

"What color are you going for?"

"Yellow maybe?" If Peep's hair was green instead of blue we'd fit as the colors for Mardi Gras.

"There's one over here." Bex was already clear across the room. Does this alien teleport too!? Gus and I made our way to him to check out his findings. It wasn't a disappointment.

The dress was short and sort of poufy below the waistband. The yellow of it was a tint and not very loud; more of a cream color or the petals of a tulip. I was actually quite fond of the strapless gown.

"Let's get this shit, shall we? We have places to be." I grabbed the hanger and headed toward the cash register, not bothering to try it on. I have makeup and hair to do.

My mindset changed; maybe this will be fun after all.

_____________________

You guys, Wiggy and I are friends now. We have been talking for a week and I couldn't be happier. I asked him to prom but he's still thinking about it. Fingers crossed. I love you all.

Also, these are me and alien Bexey's children. Their names are Swan-Swan Mejer and Gustav.