Wanted Is Love [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 4

"No," Amy yelled as Stella showed dresses to her. "No, no, no, no."

"Come on, Amy. You have to pick something," I uttered after ten minutes of hearing "no" repeated over and over again.

"You would look so sexy in these clothes," Stella sang.

"I am not a slut," Amy growled.

"I thought the same thing when I was your age," Stella smiled.

"We are the same age!" Amy roared.

"Regardless! You need to look good tonight, and luckily I know what is hot," Stella crooned.

Amy changed her fingers to form a gun and put it to her head. I laughed louder than I should have. The sales associate shot me a dirty look. Stella ran back over to the dress section of the store. Well, the slutty dress section to be exact.

"We can still run," Amy whispered. "I have my keys ready, and Boston is parked really close."

"Can't you just do this one thing for me?" I asked with puppy eyes. "I will never ask you for anything else!"

"Bullshit," Amy giggled.

"Okay, you're right. Please cooperate though?"

"She's the one not cooperating! She's trying to change my style. I am not a hooker."

Stella finally ran in with a bunch of dresses from the Kardashian section. Oh, great. I looked over to see Amy's reaction. She looked as if she was ready to grab those dresses and choke Stella to death. My eyes widened. Screw the Hunger Games, I was about to witness the greatest fight in history.

"I like that one," Amy said walking over and grabbing it. It was a white dress with a complicated black pattern on it, with black and white striped sleeves. That's surprising.

"You do?" Stella cried with much enthusiasm. Amy nodded. My jaw dropped as I watched Amy go to the dressing rooms with the dress in hand. Stella turned to me. "It's your turn now."

I sat back down outside of the women's dressing room. Stella ran off to go find me the perfect outfit to impress Alec. Amy was still changing into her dress, so I was alone for a few minutes. I pulled my phone out and launched Temple Run. As expected, I ran for like twenty seconds and then died.

"I look stupid, don't I?" a voice called from in front of me. I looked up from my phone, and probably died again. Amy was standing in front of me looking amazing in the dress. She let her hair down, which complemented the dress even more.

"Damn girl, you look fabulous," Stella called from the side. She handed me a pile of clothes. "Find something you like."

"Do I really?" Amy asked with a smile.

"Yeah, we just need shoes," Stella said with an even bigger smile.

"I don't have much money. Shoes are expensive; can I just wear black flats?" Amy asked with another smile. Stella nodded, and then walked over to me. She picked out so many clothes, but I managed to get something. I picked out a dark blue, long sleeve button-up shirt, dark blue jeans and for shoes, black converses. Stella decided on wearing a tight fitting red dress and 3 inch red stilettos.

The night was approaching, and the fun was about to begin. Amy and I were on the road, following Stella to the club. Stella was kind of a scary driver, and it didn't help that she had a motorcycle. The part that scared me the most was the fact that she had no helmet on and she was wearing heels. Aren't one of those illegal?

"You excited?" Amy broke the silence.

"You bet," I answered with half sarcasm, half nervousness.