The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

You look fabulous!

Arielle's PoV

"Thank you for listening to me being a blubbering mess." I cried into my best friends stomach.
"It's what I'm here for, chicken." He pecked the top of my hair, gently stroking the ends before I sat up, wiping my tears away.
"I can't believe I was ever so stupid." I shook my head. You know, I don't know what's made me more upset; the breakup itself or the fact that Noah now hates me.
Jason cupped my wet cheeks with his large hands, wiping away another tear that fell.
"There's no point in moping around here all night, wanna go out?" He asked, a glint of hope in his eyes. Going out wasn't my sort of thing... not even really Jason's if I'm being honest.
"I don't know..." I sighed, looking down at my bed sheets.
"It'll make you feel better." He moved my head up a little making my eyes snap back at his grinning face. Maybe he's right.
"You sure because I hate this feeling." I pouted.
"Positive." He smiled, leaning forward and pecking my forehead.
"Now come on, let's make you look super hot!" He jumped off my bed and rushed straight to my wardrobe.

I'm not really in the mood to go out right now but if Jason said it'll make me feel better, I'm taking his word for it. He's always right about most things. Maybe getting some alcohol in my system would do me some good, make all the memories of the last day disappear. It has to.

"Goodness me girl, got any non-granny like clothes?" Jay turned to look at me, holding up one of my long floral dresses. Ew, I didn't even know I had that.
"Oh shush, you know I do." I sniffed, cracking a small laugh.

I'm so glad he came over tonight. I needed someone to talk to. That William I met back in Bora Bora gave me the worst possible advice. I'm still not sure that what I've done between two of us is right but honestly, I didn't really have another option. Noah and I were stupid enough to get ourselves stuck in a position like that. We knew it all along but we were too afraid to admit it. As much as this hurts now, things will get easier along the way. Hell, he's probably out right now doing something I know he'll regret tomorrow morning. But that's not my problem anymore. I need to focus on myself and only myself. That's the only way I'll fully heal from this.

After Jason pulled out about five different dresses from my wardrobe and screwing his nose up at the majority of them, he had laid two different dresses out on the bed in front of me.
"Now, are we going for bad bitch or cute bitch?" He asked, his hands on his hips as he looked between the dresses.
One was a very cute dark green, knee length, skater dress that I had only worn on one or so occasions and the other was a skin tight, gold sparkly dress that was pretty low cut, showing off the boobs that I don't have. It came to about mid thigh and I had never worn it before. It was one of those outfits I had imagined to look really good on me online but once it turned up, I wasn't so sure.
"Cute." I answered him, reaching for the green dress but he swatted my hand away.
"I think not." He shook his head, picking it up and tossing it to my floor.
"Oh come on, I hate this dress." I didn't exactly hate it, it just wasn't me.
"You've probably never even tried it." He raised an eyebrow.
"Have so." I frowned.
"Then at least let me see." He smiled, holding it out to me carefully.
"Fine." I rolled my eyes, taking the dress from him before stripping down to my underwear, making sure he had turned away first.

Once I had the dress adjusted correctly on my body, I looked at myself in the mirror. Meh, it's not too bad. I just am not wearing it on a night out.
"Okay, you can look." I said to my best friend, he turned around quickly, his jaw dropping to the floor.
"Oh my god." He grinned.
"You look fabulous!" He spoke, taking my hand in his and making me twirl around in front of him.
"I don't know." I scrunched up my nose as I smoothed the dress out in the mirror, pulling my boobs up in my bra a little to make them seem more existent.
"You have to wear this." He scanned over my body once again.
"All the guys will be falling at your feet." He placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I don't want guys to fall at my feet, Jay. This isn't why we're going." I shook my head, beginning to take the dress off but he stopped me.
"I know. I'm sorry." He sighed.
"Just let me make you look super hot. Trust the process. You'll love it once I'm done." He gave me a grin.
"If I don't like it, we're not going." I warned him.

I knew Jason would make me look beautiful, he always does but I don't know if I'll feel beautiful. I feel way too insecure in this dress. Why did I even buy it in the first place, oh yes, maybe because the model looked absolutely breathtaking in it with her perfect curves, boobs, face and hair. I'm nothing compared to her in this dress.

"Deal." He led me over to my dressing table, looking for my makeup.
"Why is half of it missing?" He asked.
"The suitcase." I pointed over to the suitcase that sat by my door.
"Remind me to unpack this for you when we get back later." He chuckled, walking over and unzipping it before routing through for my makeup bag.

Once he found it, he began my makeup but a small knock at my door stopped us.
"Who is it?" Jason mouthed.
"I know as much as you do." I whispered, standing up and opening my door to reveal my dad.
"Oh Jesus!" He jumped slightly, tearing his gaze away from my chest. My eyes went wide and I looked down, scared that my boob was out or something. I was safe thank god. He must have been shocked at my choice of outfit.
"Michael." Jason nodded at my dad.
"Haven't seen you around in a while son, I've missed you." My dad walked over to Jason and they did their weird little handshake they made back when we were in 8th grade. It's pretty cute really.
"So you should." Jason laughed at my dad.
"So what's this all about?" He asked, looking around my room at the makeup then to the dresses that laid on the floor.
"We're going out." I shrugged my shoulders.
"As in dinner out or out out?" My dad asked.
"Out out." Jay answered for me.
"My girl needs to get absolutely hammered!" He added, dragging me back to my dressing table chair.
"Um, I think not." My dad looked at us both sternly.
"Oh come on, I never go out. I'll only have one drink." I raised an eyebrow at his disapproving face.
"One drink." He nodded his head.
"I'm trusting you." He looked to Jason to which he saluted and I mentally face palmed my hand. Good god, Jase.
"Yes sir."