Avengers Imagines

Birthday Boy (Pt. 2)

"You have to come. Come on Y/N, it's his birthday for god's sake," Harrison said, sighing at me. "This is crazy." His voice came through the phone all gravely. He wasn't in a spot with good reception. 

I raised my eyebrows at his voice, even knowing he couldn't see me. "I don't have to." I honestly had a hard time being around Tom at the moment, having kissed him on stage. Kissed kissed. Now being around him I blushed and went into a mini trance. 

"What?" Harrison sighed even deeper. "Come on. We've been doing stuff all day, and you've refused to participate. You're making him worry. You'll break his heart if you don't show up."

I rolled my eyes. "I somehow doubt that," I mumbled into my phone. 

"This is shocking Y/N. Usually you jump at the oportunity to see him. Are you already getting sick of him?" Harrison asked. 

I but down on my thumbnail, scoffing. Yeah, Harrison, I am getting sick of him. "No, Harrison. It's just that I'm not the important friend. Not the 'type you invite to an intimate birthday party' kind. Besides which, I am 20. I'd have to deal with your drunk asses." 

"Tom is a funny drunk. Trust me. You'd actually have fun with him." Harrison laughed. 

I just sank lower into the couch, covering my free ear with my hand and pressing the phone harder agaisnt my other ear to prevent the sounds of the movie from obscuring Harrison's voice. "I don't think it matters. He'd still be drunk."

"You're coming," Harrison said in a firm tone. 

"No," I answerred simply. 

"Yes." He was being sharp.

I sat up straighter at his tone, getting pissed. "Harrison, I won't be convinced to-"

"I'll pick you up at seven." He hung up immediately after with a small click.

I groaned loudly and threw the phone onto the love seat across from me. "What is it with my friends these days?!"

"I don't know. I thought I was pretty fucking awesome," Zendaya said in a calm tone. She was relaxed right beside me, under the same blanket. She held the remote in her long-nailed fingers, tapping her chin with it thoughtfully. 

I folded my arms and stuck my lip out in a pout. "You are," I grumbled. She really was wonderful, and she was my best friend. 

She hit pause, setting the remote on her thigh. "I heard your half of the conversation. What is Harrison trying to get you to do? And why is Tom going to be drunk?"

I leaned forward, settling my elbows on my knees and my chin in my palms. I didn't answer. 

Z ran her fingernails down my spine, then back up slowly. "Is it the party tonight?"

I nodded. I was frozen with goosebumps from Zendaya's long nails. 

She chuckled. "If you come, I'll take you shopping. We still have plenty of time."

I looked back at her. "Are you bribing me?"

"Yes I am," she said with a growing smile. "No shame."

I started to think, maybe it couldn't be that bad.

"Okay Y/N, time to pick a dress." Z held her hands out wide, gesturing to all the dresses before us. Some were on long racks, some hung individually on small hooks on the wall.

I looked at all of them carefully before grabbing a short black one. "What about this one?" I held it in front of me, holding it close to my body.

Z sat down on a small, expensive looking bench. "You're going to kill him."

I rolled my eyes, setting the dress down on the bench closest me. I'd try it on anyway. So I turned around and selected another, a red one that had an adorable sweetheart neckline. It was a tight dress, with sparkles all over the bodice. "This one?"

Z looked at it with her perfect eyebrows raised. "Knocking him dead." 

I bit my lip, nodding, and adding that dress to the selection. It took me a few minutes to find the next dress, but I was happy when I did. It was fine, silvery and made of a slinky fabric. The neckline plunged and had small silver chains crossing it. "This one then?"

"Murder in the first. Planned and deliberate," Z said, a huge smile on her face. 

I added it to the pile. "Why don't you pick one for me to try on?"

Z jumped up, her hands clasped together. "Oh hell yeah." She milled around the racks, looking carefully at every dress. She finally picked one, after I'd given up on standing and sat down with my dresses. She brought it to me and held it before her. 

The dress would go down to my mid thigh with pale pink flowy fabric, and was joined at the waist under a white corset. The corset arched under each boob, where the ties would be in a bow. The neckline rose from where the corset joined in the middle and rounded the shoulders in the same flowy fabric, this time sheer, about mid upper arm.

It was so pretty. If we used Z's analogies, then I was going to give Tom a first-class one-way ticket to heaven. Discarding my other dresses, I covered my mouth with one hand and took the hanger of the heavenly dress in the other. "Wow, Z," I muttered, "this is so pretty." 

And I made for the dressing room, putting the dress on immediately. It took me a few tries to tie the corset, but when I had it felt amazing. It fit like a glove. I spun before the mirror, biting my lip. Damn I looked fine. God knows what sort of mental damage I'd do to the birthday boy, however. 

I stepped out from behind the curtian of the dressing room, showing off for Z. She clapped her hands, shaking her head. "Damn woman. You look so pretty."

I spun in a small circle, smiling. "Black or white heels?" 

If anyone knew how to accessorize, it would be Zendaya. She looked at the dress, giving it good thought. "White."

So we found me some white heels. Z ended up also finding a dress that was the identical twin of mine, but it was made of pale purple fabric with a black corset. She asked me if we could go as twins, and I found no problem with that. 

"Sexy Sassy Twins?" I asked when she stepped out of the dressing room with the dress on. She nodded, grinning wider.

"Just you wait until the dating rumors hit. Those are going to be fun," Z said, honking and flipping off a driver that pulled in front of us to take a picture. She breathed out in a small angry sound.

I grabbed her hand, laughing, and settling it back on the clutch. "Zendaya Coleman, you're too famous to be flipping someone off."

She gave me a look. "Can we talk about those dresses?" She was very excited about them. I learned she liked the idea of having someone to do something with, whereas all she ever did was solo.

Perks of being one of her best friends. She looked at me with a big smile before turning her blinker on, turning onto our street. "We're gonna look so hot."

I smirked. She was right. 

"For Tom, right?" She asked, eyeballing me. She seemed nervous, as if I'd get angry with her for asking. 

"Uh, yeah. It's his birthday." I hopped my tone wasn't short.

"And you like him?"

"Oh look, we're home."