A few more days.

Just a few more days. I suck in a deep breath, relishing in the harsh sent of the cold air mostly coming from the aircon in this huge boutique as i watch Kyle convers with the sales lady a little distance away from where i am sited. 

He has a vibrant smile on his face, brown hair curling down his eyes as he bends down and whispers something into her ear in a flirty motion and by the dark shade of tomatoes sprawled around her cheeks and neck i can tell that whatever he is trying to do is working just fine.

I roll my eyes ignoring the knot in my stomach and divert my gaze to the ceiling not interested in watching Kyle experiment his guy attributes on anything that breathes and has vaginas. I scoff. Counting the amount of bulbs on the blinding chandelier above me as I try to block out the irritating sound of her giggles.

The past week went by in a fuzzy blur, from Caroline and I going out for shopping on anything and everything that she liked to call girl bonding to make up for all the time she's spent away, to spending my afternoons with Ali and the girls, mostly just swimming or college planning or me listening to them... scratch that, 'Alice' ranting about her hot sexual escapade with the club bouncer... 'Which made me cringe'. Then moving on to Kyle ignoring me the entire time... I think. 

That is until this morning when he dragged me out claiming he promised himself he was going to take me prom shopping. I remember when we talked about that, chuckling faintly to the memory of us fantasizing about the thought of wearing matching prom suits.

"Lex!" He suddenly calls out interrupting my bizarre thoughts, "What do you think?"

I look up at him holding out a cute violet dress with just one wide strap and a minor cut by the left breast, flee from the waist down to bottom. "Uh..."

It does look gorgeous though. But i wasn't quite focusing on the embroidery of the dress but rather the knowing grin that spread on Kyle's face as his hazel eyes twinkled down at me. 

"Just put it on first."

"Okay." I say swallowing and standing to my feet. I give the sales girl an appreciative smile and collect the dress, heading to the changing room.

"I'll be here if you need any help!" I heard her yell behind me the moment i shut the door and focus my attention on the tan skinned innocent looking girl staring right back at me from the dressing mirror.

After pushing it on i take my time to observe the way the small fabric hugged my body. It was perfect. The purple lace hugging the curves of my breasts down to my waist with a minor exposure by the left. The single sleeve stopping directly on my ankle with a beautiful silver embroidery making it look like a fairytale and the bottom has the cutest flow. The inner fabric stops directly on my knees with an additional back lace that drops down to my ankle behind me. 

It's beautiful, not too much, not too revealing, not to sexy, and not too much of an impression, just simplistically classy and I love it. I stare at my reflection on the mirror, a bashful smile on my face and the grey of my eyes twinkle, so i silently walk back out and relish in the satisfaction of watching my two man audience gawk at me. 

"So?" I ask with a lifted brow "What do you think?"

"Splendid!" Kyle exclaims throwing his hands up with a dashing smile. "I knew it would be perfect for you."

"Would you have this one? Or you'll like to try a few others first before you decide?" The sales lady says trying to hide her flaming cheeks with her hair as she takes a few tiny steps, separating her self from Kyles extreme closeness. 

I scoff a little too loudly and roll my eyes "this would do." She's young, probably around my age or a year younger, but with her constant fidgeting i can tell she's a cluz. 

She simply returned my unintended arrogance with a polite smile "Alright then. If you would change out of it I'll have it bagged."

**

We stroll through the rows and columns of male clothing in a rare and uncomfortable silence. At least the latter on my part. I don't like that I'm making things weird but i can't help feeling like there is an unreachable distance stretching between the both of us and it is suffocating.

I clear my throat, trying to null the disturbing silence as i attempt a random conversation. "So does that mean you're getting a matching tux?"

Ever since the start of the year, Kyle and i already decided that we were going to go all twin thing on all grouping events, like our final prom, and graduation and college interviews. It was a stupid mutual pact we made while joking around without actually making it but having in both our minds that it would happen either ways. 'I mean... we even got matching under wears for it.'

Say whatever you like but we have always been tight like that and we enjoyed it... unlike now that his presence beside me feels like the ice cubes in the kitchen freezer.

He doesn't say anything and just keeps walking ahead looking around as if trying to see if he'll find something he likes and i stupidly keep trying to get words out of his mouth by ranting away. "I think Ali might be seeing someone new, I mean.. she said so herself but it's just like those one time dates and I'm not so sure she's serious about it cause she wants me to be her chaperone, she never likes not to mentions needs to have a chaperone..."

I pause and shut my mouth when i notice that my best friend isn't even paying little attention to me. I sigh, my brows creasing together and my feet starts to hurt. "I'm going to go sit there," I say this time getting his attention and pointing to a waiting bench by the corner of the other side of the room. "My feet is starting to hurt."

He suddenly holds my arm preventing me from moving any further but lets go once he has my full attention. "I know we've always done everything together, and i don't want to cross any boundaries which is why I'm telling you this before deciding on anything."

I frown "What is it?"

"Your friend Mona... She asked me to go to prom with her."

"What?" I exclaim, star shocked at what he's just said to me not believing my ears. "  'Mona' asked 'you' out?"

"Yeah" He tucks his hands into his pocket and looks carefully at me, observing my reactions very carefully. "I know she's your friend and all that's why i wanted to ask you first if your okay with it."

'Why aren't i?'

It's great, this was what i wanted, to match make two big stubborn heads together,... 'turns out my services weren't needed after all'. I just never thought Mona would actually stand up and make a move.

Kyle lifts an expectant brow at me, his voice dropping in a lower tone almost a whisper when he says "If you're not okay with it Lex then i won't."

"No!" I quickly interject. It's his life after all, he doesn't always need my opinion before he gets to decide what he wants to do with it. Mona on the other hand is an amazing person, witty and sometimes too shy but one of the sweetest souls I've ever had the privilege of meeting. 

Ignoring the pang in my chest I give him the best smile i can and say "Actually that would be great."