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The Best Friend's Contract By athrhteera Characters: 16853

Updated: 2019-01-28 12:04


''Too plain, '' Dimitri mutters before shaking his head, disagreeing to the plain black dress I'm wearing. My eyes wander down to the sleeveless dress as I turn to look in the mirror, seeing how the dress fits onto my body perfectly well but it also appears as if I'm going to a funeral.

''I look fairer though, '' I reply, looking sideways.

''Wrong. Men prefer tanned women, '' He says which causes me to raise an eyebrow at him before looking at my other best friend, seemingly occupied with his phone.

''If you think that I dress up for men, you're wrong. I dress up for myself, '' My right hand is on my hip before looking at Dimitri after squinting my eyes, causing him to walk towards me, arms crossed; standing tall due to the differences of our heights.

He leans forward, ''Do you think men dress up for women? No, no, no, we dress up for ourselves too. We just somehow. . . attract them at the same time. Look around, women are obviously staring at me because I'm just too beautiful, '' He pretends to flip his hair.

''Wow! Excuse me? You're far from beautiful, '' I poke onto his chest which causes him to raise an eyebrow at me before taking a few steps back. Our eyes are having a war of their own, glaring and staring deeply with the amount of pressure radiating. ''It's me who is beautiful, '' I add, cockily pulling onto the hair-tie off my hair, letting them fall down.

Both of his eyes are looking down at my hair before frowning, ''Is that strawberry or is it apple? You still use fruity-scented shampoos? Dude, you're twenty-six. . . grow up.'' He flicks my hair on my shoulder which causes them to fall onto my back, making me stand on my tiptoes.

Dimitri and I always have an argument because it's a part of our friendship. We have different opinions on something. . . disagreements everywhere in everything. Even something as simple as an ice cream flavour can cause us to argue for an hour, straight. It's no doubt that this current argument can break the record.

Then again, no matter how much we argue, we would always have each other's back. I'd still look at him with the same amount of care for him as a friend—enjoying other stuffs together and neglecting our arguments. Maybe, it's because he's pretty much a?savage.

He speaks what he wants to speak, saying words without even thinking how much it would affect someone. . . especially me but after knowing him for almost six years now, it's just who he is and I have to accept that. He may be annoying and a little childish sometimes but deep down, I know how much he loves and care for me. Just as I feel towards him.

That's one of the reasons why we're?BFFs.

I lean closer towards him, ''You judge me because I use fruity-scented shampoos when you are still using the same scented cologne I bought you for your birthday, four years ago! Don't let me remind you. . . just how many girls you've gotten in bed with that cologne. Thanks to my sense of smell, '' My lips curve up into a smile at my respond, seeing him clenching his jaw.

To my surprise, he takes off his coat before throwing it onto the ground, ''You know what? When I get home, I'm going to burn that cologne. It's going to be gone, '' He replies, making me pretend to be upset by pouting and draw a fake tear dripping down from my eyes using my index finger, leaving him groaning.

''Boo!'' I keep on poking onto his body as he tries to protect himself from further attacks as he grabs onto my waist, picking me up onto his shoulder—letting me let out a scream.

My scream ends up turning into laughters as he spins us around, in a slow pace. I keep on pounding onto his back—not bothered by the stares we're receiving due to our childish behaviour. For once, I actually take it back when I said he's the only one acting like a child because I'm included.

''What are you guys doing?'' Aidan asks, immediately bringing us back into reality as he drops me onto the ground. I try to balance myself, looking up at Aidan who stands in between us with a confused look on his face.

Then, he looks down at me, ''What are you wearing?''

I raise an eyebrow, ''You mean my perfume? Oh, it's called?Bombshell?by?Victoria Secret. I'm sure you've heard of it before because I wouldn't stop rambling about how much I love the heavenly smell, '' I reply and he begins to look at me, more confused.

''I meant your dress, '' He replies.

Both of his brown eyes are looking directly at me before taking a few seconds to gaze down onto the black dress I'm wearing, his expression changing into something that shows just how much he dislikes the dress. I stand still, letting his eyes wander down my body.

''Come here, '' He calls out for me to follow him and I do as told, after sticking my tongue out at Dimitri who quickly responds back by doing the same. Just as I turn to look at Aidan, I am left immediately stopping my steps. . . seconds before I can bump into him.

We are standing near the promoter, ''Yes, Mr. Ashton. How can I help you?'' She asks, her

g for her to get all of the dresses ready in the bags. Meanwhile, I am still surprised at the price.

''No, no, no. I'm not taking this dress, '' I try to take it off but he grabs both of my hands, stopping me from continuing it any further, ''Aidan, it's just for one night and it's too much. Maybe, we can choose a different and more affordable dress? You know how much I hate and loathe buying expensive stuff, '' I look up at him and pout, trying to make him agree.

''Listen, we're taking the dresses and this conversation about how much you hate and loathe expensive stuff will be over. For your information, I will be the one to buy all of these expensive stuff without causing any harm to you. . . financially, '' He replies, walking away but I grab onto his arm again, pulling him back.

''If you know how I feel, why would you say that? Like, you put in such an uncomfortable situation. Like, you know I'm not happy.'' I take one of?Kim Kardashian's quote, begging for him to change his mind but he rolls his eyes, letting me pull onto his arm as he does nothing.

''Kenna, you're doing me a huge favour! You're getting married to your best friend who is also a womaniser so, at least let me pay for the dresses. How much would they cost me anyway? They're not going to burn a hole in my pocket or even my bank account. . . okay? Just, let go of my arm and try to think of all the dresses as a gift, '' He responds and he walks away, quickly before I can grab onto him again.

With a loud groan, I walk back towards the dressing room to change into the clothes I came here with—white slacks and light blue button up shirt. My eyes wander to the counter, seeing Aidan paying for the dresses using his debit card, leaving me sighing.

Dimitri walks back inside, ''You guys are taking forever. I had to come back, '' He says and I chuckle, ''I mean. . . I tried to wait for another ten minutes after I ended the call because I don't want to look stupid when I said I'd meet you guys outside, '' He adds.

I keep on staring down at the ground, making him notice the sudden change of mood and expression on my face before trying to lift my chin up. He looks into my eyes, ''What's wrong? You look like your cat died, '' He asks.

''I don't have a cat, '' I reply.

''Exactly. What's wrong?'' He asks, again.

''He's paying for all the dresses. You know how much I hate it when someone pays for me, especially when it comes to expensive stuff and you know what? The rose gold dress costs about five grand. . . and that's a huge deal for me. He could be paying for ice cream and I'd be fine with that but right now, he's paying for the dresses.'' I mutter, groaning.

''Actually, Kenna. Just let him do that for you. I know how it feels like and I know you can afford to buy the dresses on your own but. . . for once, just let him treat you. Try accepting it as a gift or something worth keeping to strengthen your friendship with him.'' He replies.

''Besides, you're complaining about how much you hate it when he buys you expensive stuff but that ring on your finger isn't exactly cheap, either.'' He presses his lips into a thin line, quickly placing his hand on his mouth, pretending to might have slipped it.

''You!'' I exclaim and he starts to protect himself from any further attacks from me which begins with a smack on the arm.

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