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Billy Hargrove may have just rolled into town, but his reputation may not even compete with a bigger one like Diana's.
"Want to ruin Diana Henderson? You love her."
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The days leading up to December 31st were hectic to say the least. Left and right Steve, Jessie, and I were spreading the word of a New Years Eve party at my house. I wasn't too worried, one person finds out about the party and it soon spreads like wildfire, especially if the first person you tell is Carol.
It's now a little over 6:30 and Steve's around my house putting up some last minute decorations while I'm in my room getting dressed. If he hadn't noticed I was wearing a sweater and some jeans I would've stayed like this throughout the whole party without even realizing. Now I'm in here, going through my closet but I know there's really nothing party worthy here, even after all the other parties I've thrown.
"Steve, there's nothing I could wear!" I whine out, but I know he really can't help. I know my fashion sense isn't the best but he thought Nancy's fashion was amazing and that's says a lot.
He strides in with confetti all over his jacket. He notices me staring but before I can say anything he starts, "I may have accidentally opened confetti at one point," he smiles at me sweetly so I won't roll my eyes at him, "anyways, you don't have anything huh?" He mocks me as he stares at a closet full of clothes.
"Hey! You know I only wear half of this–"
"And it's mainly with sleeves," he cuts me off as he goes rummaging through the hangars. A few moments pass until he finally grabs a hanger and takes it out. "Wear this."
It's a black long sleeve that's cut out so deep down it shows a lot of my chest.
"Don't start with me Dee I know that look in your eyes," he forces the shirt into my hands, "you'll look great in that trust me. You already have enough guys trailing after you, imagine how many more! Don't doubt yourself."
I'm not severely insecure about my body but he knows I have my moments.
"I don't want another guy though," I say with a hint of sadness that suddenly overcame me. I just want one in particular.
He made me feel so confident since the first time I saw him in his blue camaro. Now I just feel worse about myself.
"No no no no no!" He rambles, "don't think about him Dee. You're young, you can afford to live a little and not have to rush in finding the right one."
He's right. He's always right and I hate it. He always knows what's the right thing to say.
"Thanks for that. By the way, I didn't know you could pick a piece of clothing that's actually...good looking," I banter.
"I didn't come in here to be attacked so I'm just gonna go now," he retorts before walking off.
Taking off my sweater, I toss it on my bed and start to put on the shirt Steve chose.
