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Brie and I got home from our training session late at night. I hopped in the shower and got the sweaty smell off of me. I loved training, but I hate how sweaty I get. I hopped out of the shower and put on a pair of old shorts and a shirt.

I walked into the room I share with my sister and went to my bed. I didn't have a twin bed, I had a regular sized bed. Our room was pretty big and it was the only room left. I turned off the lamp from my side and fell into a nice sleep.

--

"She was telling me how I have to get married and all this dumb shit." I tell Dean.

"My mom was doing the exact same thing, it's just so annoying, I don't want to get into a relationship right now." He groans.

"I mean yeah, maybe in the future I'll get married."

"My mom probably thinks I'm still a virgin." He says, I stay quiet. He realizes my sudden quietness and he finally gets it. "Oh my god, you're a virgin." He blurts.

"Say it any louder, can you."

"OH-." I cover his mouth.

"Shut the fuck up Dean, I mean yeah I'm a virgin, but that's because I was the nerdy kid at school and no girl would go after me."

"I'm going to get you laid."

"Yeah, good luck on that, but I'm going home, I need to sleep."

"See ya man." We do our bro hug and I drive back home

-Next Day-

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"Girls get down here." My mom yelled around noon. Brie and I look at each other, knowing what she was about to say. We both sigh and walk down the stairs. Our mom was sitting on the couch staring at her phone, looking way too happy.

"Yeah." I say. She looks at us and her smile gets bigger. That smile is going to fall off her face.

"Tonight we're going to lunch with two of my old high school friends."

"Do we have to go?" Brie asks.

"Yes, we parted ways and now we all want to see each other's kids, so get ready and wear something nice." We both nod and go to the respective bathroom.

--

"Seth, honey, come down I need to talk to you." I already know she's going to talk about my 'problem' it's all she ever talks to me about.

I walk down the stairs and she's getting ready. "Get ready we're going to lunch with two of my high school friends." She says.

"I have to go to training later." I tell her.

"I don't want to hear any excuses, we're going and I want you to dress nice." I tell her okay and walk back up the stairs.
--

"Dean we're going to a lunch with my friends and you're coming." My mom demands.

"I can't go."

"Why not?"

"I have to go train." I tell her.

"I don't care, you're coming wether you like it or not."

"Mom I'm going to be busy."

"Seth is going." I stare at her before surrender.

"Okay fine I'll go to your stupid lunch." I say.

"There you go, now go up there and find something nice to wear." I trudge up the stairs looking for something to wear.

--

I finished taking my shower and looked for anything to wear. Something decent looking. I go to the area I never go to. The dresses. I have worn some of them, but that's only when there's a family reunion. I look for a dress I like and pick heels. I don't wear heels, I do, but that's Nikki's thing.

I nod in satisfaction and do my hair and makeup. Nothing to fancy, just some light makeup and curly hair.

"I'm all set." I say.

--

I was in my closet throwing stuff around everywhere. I can never find a decent dress. It took me forever until I find the one. I put it on and I like it. I choose shoes, that I never thought I would wear. I chose my thigh high heels and looked satisfied.

I straightened my hair and added makeup.

"Perfect." I say looking in my vanity.

--

"This is bull." I say looking at my outfit. I could never choose what to wear, and my mom chose this green tuxedo with and ugly tie.

I go into my closet and search for anything other than this. I was not wearing a tuxedo, so I'll just go with my classic style.

"This is better."

"Seth, you're supposed to be wearing the tuxedo."

"Mom it's an ugly color."

"But-"

"I'm wearing something decent, can we just leave it alone."

"Fine."

--

I got into the shower and took a really quick shower. I walk into my room and see my mom already laid some clothes out for me. "Not bad." I say to myself. I put it on.

"Alright lets go mom, we don't want your friends to be mad at you for being late." I tell her.