Senior year, the very last year of high school. Dahlia is determined to make it her best year yet! Nothing but positivity, good memories, and lots of fun!
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Doesn't sound realistic but we'll see.
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{Dahlia's POV} ••••••••••••••••••
I took a small sip of my disgusting, yet healthy green smoothie as I slowly paced the aisle, brows furrowed as I tried to concentrate on finding the right fabric. I've been working on my dress and it's almost done, but I'm gonna need a little more fabric for it and now it seems they're out of the kind I need. I sighed as I scratched my forehead and then put a hand on my hip.
"I thought we were gonna go out for lunch or something. I didn't know I was chauffeuring you around to craft stores all day." Sully grumbled. His stomach grumbled soon after, and I rolled my eyes before shoving my drink in his general direction.
"I told you you could have some of this until we get to the restaurant. And we've only been to two stores, asshole, stop complaining. You wanted to spend time with me, didn't you?"
"For some reason." He muttered, shoving my hand away from him.
Sully called me a few days ago and said he was finally ready to spend some time with me. I told him we could meet for lunch, as long as he paid for my meal. I plan to order the most expensive thing on the menu just to get back at him for being annoying.
I'm hoping to find out a little more about him and a little more about my mom, but he doesn't seem to like talking about either of those subjects. All I've gotten him to talk about so far is his stupid ass meat shop. He seems to love it.
"Isn't this what you're looking for?" He questioned as he held up some blue fabric. I sighed. "For the thousandth time, Sully, I need pastel blue, not baby blue, and that isn't even close to being the right material."
"Same shit." He grunted before throwing it down. "So, what are you, a fashion designer or something? Is that what you're gonna be?"
"I'm not sure," I shrugged. "I'm passionate about a lot of things. I don't think I'll have a career doing just one thing."
He hummed in response. "I have to take a piss." He walked off before I could respond and I rolled my eyes before letting out a small laugh.
He's pretty blunt.
I continued looking around the aisle, trying to find the specific color and the specific type of fabric that I need, but it was practically no use. There were plenty of fabrics that came pretty close to what I was looking for, but none that were exactly what I was looking for.
