Guardian Angel \\ l.h.\\ Luke Hemmings

Chapter Twenty Three: Like

A few days passed and suddenly it was Friday, the day before homecoming.

Rylan had texted me multiple times asking what color dress I was wearing but I had told him too many times I would get back to him on that. Of course, I did feel bad because Rylan was probably becoming frustrated that I didn't know what I was doing. After all, I've never been to a school dance; I didn't even know if I wanted to go.

Sure, it would be funny especially with Rylan by my side but at the same time, I wasn't the type of girl to want to wear a fancy dress and heels and dance the night away. I rather order a pizza and watch movies on my laptop.

Since I didn't have the right apparel Luke had force me, he pratically dragged me against my free will, to the local mall. I know I needed a dress right away but at the same time I didn't want to because I didn't want to see what dress size I was.

I know I am supposed to be working towards my happiness but I just started and I know it won't be easy. This is how I see my life at the moment, at first I was at the stage of ever ending rain but then suddenly came the drought. The drought is the worst part. Some don't make it and I'm not completely sure I will but I promised myself I have to at least try.

"I hate that dress already." I stated while Luke held a pink, frilly one. It looked like it was made for the circus.

He put it back on the rack, this was his fifth attempt at trying to help me choose a dress. His large hands filled through the different fabrics as he skimmed the rack. I was standing behind him waiting with my right hand clasped to my left, my thumbs twidling seemlingy as I had nothing else to do since Luke refused to let me even touch anything: claiming, "he was a master at choosing the perfect homecoming dress for me." I had no idea why this was such a fuss, it was just a simple piece of clothing for crying out loud.

His face was in the most concentrated state I has ever seen it to be, and to be quite honest was actually pretty cute the way his lips would suck together and how his eyes would focus inward. "Here!" He tore another off the metalic rack, he smiled in triumph but I groaned in sheer horror.

The dress was interesting to say the least. "Luke, I will look like a mermaid." I informed him, aware that the dress was lengthly, uncomfortable, and had plenty of green sequins.

He pushed the dress toward me, "At least try this one, you haven't even considered one of my choices." I put it back on the rack, "That's because all your choices are not my style, actually I don't think even my  great great grandmother would even fathom the idea of wearing anything you have picked. So now, I'm taking matters into my own hands and you get to wait until I choose my own." I started examining a few dresses and already had found one.

"But sweet-'

"No buts. Go seat in the waiting room area."

"Fine." He huffed while he stalked off letting me on my own. I moved on to another layer of racks and soon after a few more, I found at least a couple dresses that peeked my interest.

Luke was mindlessly tapping his foot when I walked, the dresses draped on my arm. He stood up once he saw me and immediately grabbed at the clothes, 'Let me get those." He explained and an employee with square glasses guided me to my dressing room.

He was about to enter in with me but I held up my hand.

"What do you think you are doing?" I asked, aware we were not alone but Luke was the only boy here.

He shrugged, "Don't you want me to give my opinion?"

"Yeah, but you can wait over there." I pointed at a seat across from the dressing room door.