Heh. I was shopping the other day (I hate shopping) and I thought up this little story.

I don't know any Bryon's, nor anyone who is supposed to be him. But I do have a guy friend that I am trying to turn into my gay best friend.

I hope you enjoy this little one-shot!


Jennifer's Point of View

I sat down on the floor, trying to get the pants on this stupid mannequin. A strand of hair fell into my face and I tried to blow it away without using my hands. The hair strand was out of my face for just a mere second until I finally just reached out my hands and tucked it behind my ear.

This is why I need a boyfriend.

I sighed. I already had a perfect one picked out for me, Bryon Scaifier. He wasn't a jock, but he wasn't a geek either. The only class that I have with him is lunch and on Fridays when we have study hall together. But besides asking to borrow a pencil once I've never really talked to him.

But that doesn't mean that I don't know him. Or stuff about him anyways. He's tall, and very handsome. A few times he's looked my way and I've waved towards him, but he always looks down and blushes.

He's always got his nose into some book, which makes his attention very difficult to get.

"Hey Jenny."

I looked up to find my best friend of all time, Courtney standing over the counter watching me put the pants on the mannequin. She had the register while I had the job of cleaning up the place and making sure customers were helped.

"Hey Courtney."

Unfortunately last night I had to work the late shift, and being that last night was Saturday, that meant it was extremely busy. Unlike most places, this shop closed at 10 PM on Saturdays.

"Another drunk?"

I nodded my head. "Yep. It's what we get for being right next to a bar."

On Friday and Saturday nights drunk men always walk into the store and try hitting on the mannequin's. Some think that they are actually talking back to them. Others take their silence as an okay to take their clothes of in the middle of the store and do what they want with them.

Sometimes they even try to take the mannequins home with them. The security stops them at the door before that happens.

Last night when I was helping a daughter and her mother pick out a nice dress a man took off this poor mannequin's pants…and top in the process. The clothes were scattered on the floor and I didn't find them until this morning.

"Wow man, it must suck to work the night shift. Do any of the guys ever hit on you?"

I nodded my head. "Yep, but then I tell them about the hot mannequin standing two feet away from me in that slutty dress of hers. Their attention of course goes to their plastic bodies."

I tried to get the pants to go up higher on the mannequin's body but it wasn't exactly working. In the process of trying to get the pants on, I got a little violent and her arm fell off. "Whoops."

I crawled along the floor and got the arm from the place where it hit the ground. Then I reattached it. Courtney just laughed at me.

Five minutes later the mannequin was dressed and standing up again.

I sighed and stayed down on the floor. While chewing her gum Courtney talked. "So how's the Bryon situation going?"

I groaned. "I have tried everything! I've even slipped a few adds for this store in his locker but nothing!"

"Maybe it's because he's a guy and he wouldn't want to go to a store where they sell clothes for girls?"

I rolled my eyes. "But that's not all that I've done! Remember that time during lunch I got up on the table and started dancing? Everyone else stared but he just kept reading his stupid book. What else am I supposed to do?"

"Maybe you should just take your shirt off and jump him."

I shook my head. "That's much too forward."

"Take his shirt off and jump him. I'm sure that he's got great abs. I've seen him at the gym once."

My mouth literally started drooling. Mmm…Bryon, jogging, workin- stop it! "Come one! we're trying to focus here!"

Courtney sighed. "I'll think up something in this little head of mine."

I frowned and looked over to the prom dresses. Suddenly I got an idea.

--

"Why am I here?"

I turned to Adam. He was always so pessimistic about everything. "Because I need your help picking out a prom dress to wear to school on Friday."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is this for that stupid Bryon fellow?"

I nodded my head and he rolled his eyes. "What?! I've been trying everything. This should get his attention."

I turned around in my yellow dress that went all the day down to the ground. I had high heels on. Bryon was an awkward 6 foot 8 inches tall. I was only five foot six. The dress was a little low cut, but guys like that kind of stuff right?

I stepped away from the mirror and towards Adam. "So what do you think?"

He wrinkled his nose. "You look like a banana fell in a puddle of sparkles."

I frowned. "Is that a good thing?"

He shook his head. "Why didn't you just ask Courtney to help you out? I have a huge math test tomorrow and Ashley and I made plans tonight."

I rolled my eyes. "Because I needed my gay best friend to help me!"

He glared at me. "But I'm not gay."

I looked back at him. "I don't see how that's relevant."

"I have a girlfriend, Ashley. You know her. She sits at our table every day in science. We make out under the bleachers all the time when we both have a free period."

I rolled my eyes. "There are closets made out of all different colors, and wood, and doorknobs."

"I'M NOT GAY!"

"Whatever, just help me out with this will you?"

He shook his head. "Not this dress."

I nodded my head. "One down ten more in the dressing room to go!"

He groaned and sat down, taking out his phone in the process. The next dress I tried on was pink and short…when I say short I mean short. And the top showed just the right amount of cleavage.

I opened the dressing room door and twirled around in front of Adam. He tilted his head and gave me his signature "I'm disappointed in you" look.

"What do you think?"

"You look like a whore."

I paused. "Do you think that will be a turn on for him?"

He shook his head. I huffed and stomped back into the dressing rooms.

He shouted out from the other side of the door. "I don't see why you won't just let me talk to him. I'm in his global class. I can ask him to sit with us at lunch or something."

I opened the door and shot my head out. "Absolutely not! I am doing this the old fashioned way." I slammed the door and tried on the next red dress. It wasn't as low cut, but it was still a little sexy.

"The old fashioned way of wearing a prom dress to school. Yeah right."

I opened the door and twirled around. I liked this one. I liked this one a lot.

"No, the old fashioned way of getting him to notice me, realize that he's completely in love with me and them he sweep me off my feet."

He rolled his eyes and then looked at my dress. "I like this one. Now can we please get out of here? It smells too much like girl."

"You are such a bad gay best friend."

"Because I'm not really gay."

I glared at him. "You could at least try to make an effort."

"Can we just pay for the dress so that I'm not late to dinner please?"

"Ugh, fine."

--

Friday had finally arrived. I put on the dress and my tall heels, I made sure to apply just the right amount of make-up and brush my hair.

My mother gave me a few worried looks as I waltzed down the stairs but with a bite of cereal, and a kiss on her cheek, I was off.

Courtney was already in her car waiting for me. "Nice dress."

I smiled as I stepped into her car. "Why thank you."

She rolled her eyes. Once I had worn a wedding gown to school before. But this was before I knew that Bryon had existed. This was before I knew that my heart belonged to someone else.

The day went by pretty quickly, until lunch that is. Random boys made whistling noises. Teachers as well as other students gave me bizarre looks but I merely brushed them off. I was in a good mood, and nothing was going to ruin that.

I made my way to the lunch room and sat down quietly. Bryon was not there yet. I sighed. Perhaps I would just get up to get something from the lunch line when he finally did arrive.

I opened my bag and took a bite out of my sandwich. Then I turned to Adam. "He's here today right?"

He nodded his head. "Yes. I still think that you are over doing this entire thing. Just go up and talk to him. It's not like you're too shy to do something such as that."

I was about to respond with some witty reply but then Bryon walked in with all of his glory. He was absolutely stunning with his jeans and cute sweater on. But of course he had another stupid book in his hands. I mean honestly, just one day could he have left it at home?

I turned to Courtney. "Hey Courtney, you need to get some milk from the lunch line correct?"

She turned to me. "Oh, yeah. Whatever."

I winked at her, she was in on the plan. I hovered over her with my heels. But we walked slowly to make sure that I wouldn't trip or anything embarrassing like that.

As we walked past Bryon's table I turned to see if he was looking at me. But his eyes were just cast down in his book. A slight blush came across his cheeks but besides that nothing.

I sighed. "Never mind Courtney. I'm just going to sit and sulk in the library for a little bit."

I felt my eyes start to water up but I grabbed my bag quickly and made my way to the library. There I sat down in a little corner and pretended to be reading a book on the history of the internet.

I wiped the tears away with a tissue that was hidden in my bag. I mean really, what do I have to do to get this guy to notice me? It's not like he's blind or anything.

"Um…can I sit next to you."

This is a corner dumbass. Not to mention a library.

I nodded my head, not meeting the boy's eye line. "Yeah sure."

I felt him sit next to me. He felt familiar but I wasn't really so sure. He let out a deep exhalation. "I like your dress."

"Thank you."

My tears were starting to dry up and I finally turned to look at the boy. My heart literally stopped when I found Bryon Scaifier looking directly at me.

"I-I um."

He looked down and started playing with his hands. "I'm sorry that I haven't talked to you before. I guess I've just been too scared. But I'm a little more frightened of Adam. He came up to me and told me that I was an idiot and that if I didn't apologize to you that I would regret it."

"You shouldn't be intimidated by Adam."

"I wasn't. But I realized that he was right. That if I didn't apologize I would regret it. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I haven't grown the courage to just go up and talk to you."

I shook my head. "Why would you want to talk to me?"

He smiled and pushed a strand of hair away from my eyes. My heart fluttered at the small touch. "Because you're beautiful. And I like you. And I didn't know how to go about telling you."

I smiled. "Well that's a relief because I've been obsessed with you for the past three months."

His eyes widened. "Really? You mean all of this time I could have just gone up and talked to you and you wouldn't have thought that I was a freak or anything like that?"

I shook my head. "I thought that you didn't notice me. You always have a stupid book in your hands."

"It was…easier that way. I would have been staring at you throughout the entire lunch period if I didn't have that distraction."

I laughed. Of course I over reacted.

He spoke yet again, I was slowly becoming addicted to his words. "So…is that dress comfortable?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah, I guess. My gay best friend helped me pick it out!"

"Gay best friend?"

"You know…Adam."

He tilted his head. "I thought that he had a girl friend…"

"That's beside the point. Why did you ask if it was comfortable?"

"Well maybe you could wear it to um…the dance next Saturday?"

I shook my head. "I can't do that."

His entire face fell. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought that you know because we both just said all of that, I thought. Oh, god, I'm sorry. I guess I just misread all of this. Crap."

"No, I meant I can't wear this dress to the dance next weekend. Everyone has already seen me in it. I need to surprise everyone!"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "So…you are going to come to the dance with me?"

I nodded my head. "Of course I am!"

He smiled and I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling completely satisfied with how this day went.


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And I am one who is always up for CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.

- Morine