YOU TRYNA LOOK ALL SEXY

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when salem woke up the next morning, the thought of dinner that evening was the first thing to come to mind, causing her eyes to shoot open.

she tried going back to sleep, hoping to avoid the issue, but she couldn't. there was no point in running away from the problem, so she decided to face it head-on.

salem's witchass 🤲🏼: i don't think i can go to the dinner tonight
bighead: why did ciarán come home sad yesterday
salem's witchass 🤲🏼: he WHAT
bighead: he came home at 9 n just looked sad as shit
salem's witchass 🤲🏼: doesnt he always look sad
bighead: when he's around u he doesn't
salem's witchass 🤲🏼: ...
salem's witchass 🤲🏼: he came over while ryan was over and shit did not go as planned!
bighead: salem u gotta come to dinner with us today
bighead: just make up already
bighead: fuckin straight people 🙄
salem's witchass 🤲🏼: come over and help me pick out a dress then
bighead: omw hehe!

salem hadn't realized ian was serious, so when he randomly walked into her room fifteen minutes later, she jolted in her lounge chair.

"how'd you get here so fast?" salem put her hand on her chest, standing up.

ian shrugged, "i told you i was on my way, didn't i?" he walked over to her closet and opened it. his eyebrows furrowed. "why you got so many hoodies?"

"i buy them impulsively, don't question my fashion choices." she said as she pushed her hoodies out of the way, revealing the dresses she had in the back of her closet.

"you tryna look all sexy for ciarán?" ian chuckled, causing salem's nose to wrinkle in disgust.

"no, i'm trying to look nice because i want to." she stated, as she pulled out all the hangers with dresses.

"damn, sae. not tryna sound like a hetero, but you'd look fine as fuck in this dress." ian said as he picked up a burgundy bodycon dress.

salem snorted. "you'd definitely be able to see my food baby after i'm done eating."

"just wear a shawl with it." he said, searching through the rest of her closet.

"ian, that's so extra. i don't even own a shawl." salem chuckled as she looked at her other options for dresses.

although she had other dresses, ian was right about the dress. it was one of the nicest, formal dresses she owned.

ian walked over to her, picked up the dress, and held it up to her body. "hm," he thought to himself for a moment before saying, "just wear this dress; no one will notice your food baby." he assured her before shoving the dress into her arms and flashing a toothy grin.

seeing ian's adorably crooked teeth caused a smile to grow on salem's face too.

"should i try and curl my hair too?" she hated curling her hair, since her arms would get tired about halfway through, but the end result was well worth it.

he cocked his head in thought. "yes."

"wanna help?"

"nope, i can't. i promised jaden i'd help him with a tarragona shoot. see you in a few." he pulled her in for a hug.

"alright, have fun! see you later."

☻☻☻

"salem! i'm gonna leave if you don't hurry the fuck up!" tavia shouted.

"hold up!" salem replied as she struggled to put on her earrings. once she got them clasped, she did an awkward shuffle in her heels, trying to catch up to tavia as fast as she could.

tavia eyed salem, "i bet ciarán's excited to see you." she said, causing salem to roll her eyes.

"well, i'm not excited to see him. let's just go."

tavia didn't say anything else, knowing that salem was probably irritated, so she just grabbed her keys and ushered salem out the door.

the car ride was mostly silent, except for the low music playing, the whirring of the car, and the robotic gps voice.

tavia tried to make small talk, asking: "do you plan on saying anything to ciarán?"

salem shrugged, "maybe. we'll see."

when tavia pulled up to the restaurant, the both of them got out of the car to let a valet park it for them. salem took a deep breath and fixed her hair before entering the restaurant.

"are you two with mr. simpson?" a hostess asked, to which the both of them nodded in response. "follow me."

they followed her through a winding path, trying to avoid tables of guests in the way. they made it to a long table, where practically all the boys were. it seems like the two were the last to arrive, because the table was full, save two empty seats.

one was next to matt, while the other was next to ciarán.

salem gasped when she saw ciarán. he was wearing a button up long-sleeved shirt, and had a burgundy fur coat on.

ciarán knew in advance that salem would have to sit next to him. he objected to the idea, but after much fussing with kevin, he finally accepted it.

"you'll be fine." tavia whispered to salem, who sighed before walking over to ciarán.

the seat wasn't so bad, though, because merlyn was right beside her and kevin was directly in front of her.

"salem!" merlyn exclaimed, standing up to hug her. he pulled away briefly, only to tell her how nice she looked.

with a wide smile on her face, she thanked him, sitting down.

"hi, salem." kevin smiled at her.

"hi, k-pop star." she giggled.

while she was turned away, ciarán took a secret glance at her. she was always stunning, but tonight, she looked extra ethereal.

kevin caught him staring, and kicked him under the table. ciarán finally took his eyes off of her, only to glare at kevin. ignoring the death stare, kevin winked at him.

salem pulled out her phone quickly to text ian.

salem's witchass 🤲🏼: why am i lowkey coordinating with ciaran
bighead: uh 😳
bighead: enjoy the dinner het

salem looked up from her phone and met eyes with ian, shaking her head at him.

this is going to be one long night.

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