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Four: Preparation

Luka's POV:

For the upcoming dance, I had to go get a suit. I took one of my best friends with me. We went to Givenchy to get our suits. I would be paying for his since my parents were billionaires and we could buy the whole company if we wanted to, plus it was going to be part of his birthday gift. 

"What color were ya thinking man?" Brandon asked me.

"Most definitely grey," I replied. For some reason, I always went towards the grey suits, even when I was blindfolded. (Yes, we did try that, Brandon blindfolded me and told me to walk towards some suits. I walked face-first into a rack of $500,000 grey pants.) 

I peered over my shoulder to look over at my excited friend. He looked over the moon.

"Whatever you want, man," I told him, knowing he would be concerned about price. "Don't worry about it!" 

We spent a while in silence, just looking at everything. I looked at the soft pants and sharp seams-oh shut it!, my parents made me study this.

After about half an hour, Brandon came up to me with an armful of suits. We marched to the changing rooms and tried them on.

For the first round, Brandon tried on a maroon suit with a black tie, black collar, and white dress shirt. It looked good on him, but didn't quite match his personality. 

"Nah, next," I called out to him.

He returned five minutes later, this time in a dark, navy suit. It slightly showed his muscles when he flexed, but wasn't so tight it was award. The tie was also a dark navy blue, and the whole set was completed with a white dress shirt and black shoes.

"I like this one man," Brandon laughed. "Makes me look...cool..."

"If you like it, it's yours," I told him. Getting up, I took the only suit I deemed worthy of me into the changing room. It was your average suit, but the colours were reversed. It was a black dress shirt with a white jacket, white pants, white shoes, and a white collar. I stepped out.

Brandon looked me over. "Absolutely you man" 

I nodded in response. "Shall we pay then?" 

He nodded back. "We shall."

We walked over to the counter to the clerk. We paid and left the shop, talking about who we were going with.

"You could stand on one of the tables a declare you need a date, half the girls would run to you!" Brandon huffed to me, jealously. "I think I already know who I'm gonna ask. That chick who hangs with Sara! Lenna, her name is. You're asking...Sara, right?"

I blushed a bit. She was different than the other girls, but I don't know what made her so different, she just...was.

"We'll ask them on a double date then?" I asked Brandon, who immediately replied with;

"Obviously." Brandon stopped. "Ah...speak of the devil..and he shall appear." I followed his gaze and saw Sara and Lenna walking into an ice cream parlor. "Should we follow them, or-"  

"Let's go buy flowers and makeup or whatever girls like first. Then we'll ask. Buttering them up will increase our chances, eh?"

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We walked back to the ice cream parlor where we saw the girls, just to find them heading out. I looked down at what I was holding in my hands, a "bouquet" of girly stuff.