High School Romance with The Malek Brothers

Chapter Twenty Three.

While Rykie was parking her car, I was knee deep in her walk in closet. Her closet was larger than my bedroom. She had a section of ball gowns. Fucking ball gowns!? I was jealous as shit. Her shoes all neatly lined up in rows, by category. Ranging from the highest of heels to everyday sneakers. From Gucci to Adidas. She had anything and everything I could ever want. Now I knew who to turn to for any event. As I was rifling through her selection of more casual dresses, Rykie popped her head in. "Find anything yet?" She inquired. I shook my head. I assumed I must have looked overwhelmed. "I trust your judgement." Rykie nudged me towards the back of her closet. "There's more separates there, you can also mix and match." She offered. I rummaged through some tops and then some skirts. Finally I selected a black kimono style jacket with large white pearls sewn into the neckline for Rykie. "Pair this over a white body suit and some jeans." I said. She went into her bathroom to try on the outfit I had selected. When she came back she had also pulled her hair up into a tight bun. "Perfect!" I squealed. "For shoes... hmm?" I said while perusing her selection. I picked up a pair of chunky black heels that had gold medallions on the front. "Try these." I said, handing them to her. She slipped them on. "Parfait!" I said in French, at first. "Perfect." I clapped. Rykie twirled around in front of her mirror smiling. "I like how comfortable I feel but look like I tried harder to dress up." She winked at me. I walked over to her and clasped a gold necklace with a large gold medallion on it. It practically matched the detail of her shoes. "OK. Now you're done." I told her, taking a step back. I wanted to take the whole outfit in. "Thank you." She smiled.

She then walked over to me and put her hands on my shoulders and guided me back over to the pile of clothing I had been sifting through earlier. "Now it's your turn." I started to dig again. I spotted a bright red silk top. It was sleeveless with wide straps and it had dainty buttons down the front. It was fitted at the waist. Perfect, I thought to myself. I just need a skirt to pair this with. I loved wearing red. It was bold but I wanted to turn heads tonight. OK, one head. Rami's. I held the top up for Rykie to inspect. "Thoughts?" I asked her. "I like it." she said nodding. "With what though?" She asked. I told her my idea and she showed me where her skirts were, specifically the black ones. I picked up a leather one first. No, too hot. I put that one back. I wanted to be able to breathe and dance, I thought. Then my fingers found a destroyed denim mini skirt, jet black but with some grunge appeal. "This!" I shrieked. Rykie reached for it and laid it under the silk top. "I like it." She said.

I walked over to her shoe closet. "Now what?" I said out loud. Rykie pointed at some black pointy boots. I reached for them and slipped them on. Surprisingly comfortable. They were pointy but not tight. These would complete my edgy look, I thought. I nodded and thanked her. "Are you sure you don't mind me wearing your things?" I prompted. "Are you kidding me?" She said. "I practically owe you my first born." She joked. Then added, "if it wasn't for you, I might have never even talked to Sami. Let alone kissed him. My closet is yours from here to eternity." She giggled. I started to jump up and down. "I'm so glad we met." I half shouted. "Tonight... it's going to be epic! I just hope we're ready." I crossed my fingers. Rykie started jumping up and down then too. We were skipping around her room laughing. Until we collapsed on her bedroom floor in a puddle of giggles. After our fit of laughter, I finally caught my breath. "Can we watch something mellow and rest until tonight?" I asked. "Yes, let's head into the den." She said. "Actually, I'll meet you there. I'm going to get us some snacks." She winked. "OK. In case we fall asleep let's set a timer for 2pm. That way I can do our makeup." Rykie gave me a thumbs up. And she headed out of the room.