~Leata~

"Ooh, I like that one."

"Amore, I look like a fucking pumpkin."

I skim my eyes over the bright orange tuxedo Blake is wearing before nodding.

"I know, I just wanted you to pick a damn suit so we can leave." I tell him.

"Lee, we can't leave until we both have something to wear to the wedding." He says. "And you were willing to let me go to the wedding looking like an Oompa Loompa?!"

I shrug. "Yup."

"I can buy this suit if you really want me to. I mean, I am your date after all." He starts slyly.

Date?

Dammit, I forgot about that.

"No, let's look for another suit!" I exclaim, my eyes wide.

He shakes his head, a smirk on his face. "Too easy."

"Whatever." I roll my eyes before they focus on a simple black tuxedo between a whole bunch of white ones.

I dash over and grab it just as a man reaches for it.

"Hey, I was getting that one!" He glares at me.

"Well I got it first." I stick my tongue out a him. "Now beat it, bowl cut."

He self consciously covers his hair with his hands before walking off.

I run back over to Blake.

"Here, try this on!" I throw the tux at his face.

The suit slides off his face and into his arms as he glares at me before going into the changing room for the fiftieth time.

My jaw dips open when he comes back out.

Oh my Fluff-Fluff.

That suit looks amazingly good on him.

Too amazingly good.

Too amazingly good? Really?

Shut up!

He has the whole suit on, but the top button of the shirt is undone and his tie is loosely hanging around his neck.

"Hey, Amore, I think you got a little drool, right here..." he rubs his thumb on the corner of his lip, making my hands fly up to wipe my face. His deep chuckle stops me. "Gotcha."

"Real funny, Frenchie." I glare at him. "Now go pick out a dress for me so we can go get some food then leave."

"Alright, alright." He puts his arms up in surrender. "So demanding. Makes me imagine what you're like in bed."

I pick up a hanger from the nearest rack, flinging it at him and hitting him in the face.

"Shit, geez woman, I was joking!" He exclaims. He walks away muttering curses and rubbing his forehead.

I chuckle, plopping down in one of the two seats in front of the changing room.

I grab my phone from my back pocket and find a text messages from Ryder and Tyler on our group chat.

The Village People👑🔥❤️

I named the chat. Hehe.

Chat admins:

Sir Cumberbatch the Fourth

Ty the Cutie Pie

Oreos

This is what happens when you let your siblings choose your nickname for the chat.

I picked Ryder's, Ryder picked Tyler's and Tyler picked mine.

Sir Cumberbatch the Fourth: Hey mom asked what we want for dinner

Ty the Cutie Pie: TACOOOOO BELLLLLLL

Sir Cumberbatch the Fourth: I want Panda Express tho

Ty the Cutie Pie: But I want Taco Bell

Sir Cumberbatch the Fourth: Panda Express

Ty the Cutie Pie: Taco Bell

Sir Cumberbatch the Fourth: PANDA EXPRESS

Ty the Cutie Pie: TACO BELL

Sir Cumberbatch the Fourth: LEE

Ty the Cutie Pie: LEE

Oreos: I kinda just want pizza

Ty the Cutie Pie: That works

Sir Cumberbatch the Fourth: Yea I like pizza

Just as I put my phone away, Blake appears with a bunch of dresses in his arms.

I groan. "Kill me now!"

"Nah, you amuse me." Blake says before throwing the dresses on my face.

"Hey!" I sputter, ripping the pile of clothing off my face.

"Payback's a bitch, Amore." Blake smirks before wrapping his arms around my legs and picking me up from the chair, throwing me over his shoulder and dropping me in the changing room with the dresses.

"I have legs, you know." I tell him, rolling my eyes.

"I don't care, you know." He says back, making himself comfortable in the seat I was previously seated in. "Now hurry up and try on those dresses. I except you to show me each one."

"But-"

"Shut up and stop arguing, Amore."

I grumble Spanish curses under my breath as I shut and lock the changing room door.

*~*

The next fifteen minutes were filled with me hating the dresses I try on and making comments about them to Blake.

Here are some of the comments;

"Too long."

"Too short."

"Too much boob."

"Too much butt."

"This is a Halloween costume!"

"Can't I just dress up as an Oreo Cupcake?"

"Too trashy."

"Too modest."

"Too slutty."

"Too Virgin Mary."

"I look like a Cheeto."

"Fucking hell, Amore, stop complaining!" Blake snaps. I look over and see him rubbing his face, exasperated. "Go try on the next dress."

"Fine!" I spin on my heel, going back into the changing room. "Stupid, Blake."

"Stupid, Lee." He mimics.

I turn around and flick him my middle finger before shutting the door.

I reach behind me to undo the zipper of the dress but it won't budge.

I try again and again but it doesn't move an inch.

It's stuck.

Really now?

Shut up, now is not the time to get sarcastic with a woman who can kill someone using an apple.

"Uhh, Blake?" I call hesitantly, still trying to unzip the dress.

And to make matters worse, one of the back straps of the dress gets caught on one of the hooks and I can't get it off.

God, why do you hate me?

"What, Amore?" He calls back. "I swear to god, if it's another complaint-"

"It's stuck."

"What?"

"The zipper. It's stuck."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Get your ass in here and unzip it!" I snap. "I'm also stuck to the wall."

"How-"

"Just get in here and help me!"

"Okay, okay. God." I hear his footsteps making their way towards the changing room and I reach over and unlock the door.

He walks in and his eyebrows raise when he sees me.

"Amore, what're you doing?"

"Just hanging around." I smile sheepishly.

"Oh, alright." He nods. "Pun intended or not?"

"Just help me!"

He chuckles. "I don't even know how you get yourself into these stupid ass situations."

He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me up, successfully getting me off the hook.

He puts me down and turns me around, his hands going to the zipper and trying to pull it down.

A few seconds later, I hear the familiar sound of a zip and the dress loosens.

"Sweet baby Jesus." I breath out. "I'm alive."

"You're welcome, Amore. It was no problem. Glad I could help." Blake says sarcastically as he walks out of the changing room.

"Thanks, Blake." I chuckle.

"Whatever." He waves me off. "Try on the last dress."

I shut the door and put the dress on.

It's a strapless red dress which ends mid-thigh and a black belt around the waist, the ends of the dress flowing a bit.

I step out of the changing room.

"Took you long enou--woah." Blake stares at me with his mouth agape.

"Like it?" I question with a small smile.

"Holy..." Blake trails off.

"I'll take that as a yes." I say, smirking. "Hey, Hotness, you got a little drool, right here..." I copy his actions from earlier.

His mouth snaps closed and he glares at me, his eyes holding amusement. "Shut up."

"I made the Blake Valentino DeAngelo speechless." I laugh. "How the hell am I supposed to shut up?"