"Lucas, don't be stupid! You know I've liked her waaaay longer than you have! I should take her to the dance!" Barry growled and threw his hands up in the air, scattering the Skittles that were once in his clutches. "God damn it!" He dropped to the ground, scavenging the brightly colored candies from the ground. He found a green one, blew on it, and popped it in his mouth.
"Barry. Dude. You know that Dawn and I are closer. You've known that ever since the end of our journey!" I tried to argue as calmly as possible, leaving all my anger to squeeze my hands into tight balls. I watched patiently, waiting for his retort, as he picked the rest of the Skittles off of the ground. He sighed.
"Man…" He walked back and leaned against the opposite counter. "There's no way you could ever prove that! Just ask my diary!" He looked down. "Don't do that. But I'm serious. I'd bet you anything that I like her more!"
"Bull!" I pointed a finger high up in the air and accusingly pointed it towards him. "I call… bull!" He rolled his eyes and huffed angrily.
"Someone's just jealous that a certain Dawn has hugged ME more than you!" Barry was so stupid sometimes. I turned around and pinched the bridge of my nose. "You know I'm right…" He whispered. I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"Barry…" I sighed and tugged at my hair. "We're best friends… we can't be fighting like this…" He jogged to be in front of me. I still kept my head low, staring at his brown Doc Martins.
"Duh. We can't fight like this. Let's have a Pokémon battle! I know I could beat you whoever wins will ge-," I held my hand, gently grazing his chest to make him stop.
"No, I mean fight at all. Maybe it would just be… maybe it would just be best if neither of us took Dawn to the dance." I looked up to see Barry gaping.
"You're kidding… right." He asked, but no questioning undertones could be recognized as he spoke. I shook my head and put my hand back down at my side. I smiled and tried to keep it lighter.
"How about we go together? As bros, you know? We'll go tux shopping, and then we can dance with whoever we want to?" He frowned and crossed his arms. He looked down, causing his bright blond hair to hang over his eyes.
"But… I promised Dawn I would go dress shopping with her. I think that she would be sad if I didn't go…" He trailed off. I punched him lightly in the arm.
"Dude that doesn't mean you still can't go! Plus, she invited me too, remember?" He looked up, obviously confused.
"She did? When?" I couldn't help but laugh.
"When she asked you, hellllo."
"Really?"
"Yes! Now come on. The dance is in two days, and Dawn said that she was going to go shopping tomorrow. That means we should really find our tuxes now, right?"
"Hmm… alright. Are you sure that we'll get to dance with anyone we want?" I nodded.
"Of course!" He grinned, flashing his amazingly white smile.
"Well dude, what are we waiting for! Let's go!"
Barry POV
"Whaddya think. Grey?" I watched as Lucas held up a light grey tux. I shook my head. "Alright. Dark grey?" He drew a second one from the rack and held it up to his torso. "Hm? Hm?" I cringed and shook my head again.
"You look super old!" I laughed and so did he, which drew some attention to our section of the shop.
"Well… how about or-,"
"Do you young men need any help today?" A little old lady asked, interrupting Lucas's chance to ask about a bright orange tux. I smirked.
"No thank you ma'am. We have it under control." Lucas smiled graciously to the old lady, who just nodded and shuffled off to bother some other couple.
Other couple? Other like Lucas and I are a couple, and they… What am I thinking? I argued with my inner thoughts.
"Anyway…" Lucas rolled his eyes and smiled. "Orange?" He held up an ugly, dark-orange tuxedo. Just the sight of it made me want to gag.
"Dude… it looks like someone threw up on it. No way. Although…" I moved closer and stretched the fabric so it 'fit' him better. "This color suits you…" I only moved my eyes to look at him and he smiled.
"Ha ha. You're so funny Barry. I wish I had a sense of humor like you." His voice was dripping with sarcasm. "But…" He flipped the suit, pressing it against my body. He placed his free hand on my chest to steady the suit. "This… this could work. You like orange, right?" I scoffed and flipped to my lispy voice.
"Oh ehm gee Lucass. You're sso right! Mirror, pronto, bitch!" I grabbed the suit and ran over to the full length mirror, leaving Lucas in my dust, and in a fit full of giggles. I grabbed one sleeve and stretched it on the length of my arm. I laughed. The suit was extremely ugly. I whipped around to see Lucas desperately trying to get a hold of himself. I posed, placing the hand holding the sleeve behind my head. I grabbed the other sleeve cuff and placed that hand on my hip.
"Dude…" He fumbled in his pocket for his phone and took it out, snapping a picture of me and all of my glory. "Dawn's going to get a kick out of this." My stomach churned in agony as I thought about Lucas talking to Dawn. I mean I knew that they were friends and all, but I just didn't really feel comfortable. I shook it off.
"You're just jealouss becausse I'm perfect, and you're not. No one else can be this pretty with no make up on. None whatssoever." I lisped out, and he just about died. I rolled my eyes and put the tux back on the rack.
"No? No ugly, vomit tux for you?" I shook my head and spotted my prize.
"Nah, I really think this," I pulled a bright pink tuxedo from the rack and held it up, "Is my color. Don't you?" His eyes widened and his eyebrows raised.
"Actually… that isn't that bad looking…" I turned to look at the mirror.
"Hm… maybe…" I checked the pricetag, and gingerly placed it back on the rack. "No thanks…"
"How much?"
"One-thousand fourty-two."
"Ouch."
"Yeah. I'm thinking I'm just going to go with basic black, and have this awesome green and orange striped bowtie I got back awhile ago. It's so me!" I shouted, only milliseconds after realizing how gay I must've sounded.
"I think I'm going to get a black suit too, but my dad has this dark blue and dark red striped tie that I think I'm going to borrow. It'ss sso me too!" He did a happy jump in the air, mocking me with a lisp.
"Wow, you are humorous." I laughed and so did he.
"Oooh I got a reply from Dawn." I felt my blood boil slightly, but I calmed down.
"What does it say?"
"Ha. She says that 'you look sexy and should totally buy it'. I think she was kidding…" He added warily. I wanted to say 'No shit Shirley', but decided against it. "Oh, and she reminded us of the shopping trip tomorrow." I nodded.
"Coolio. Ready to buy our stuff?"
"Yep. Let's roll!"
I like how this is turning out. Soon, very soon (as soon as I get some awesome reviews!), I will continue this fic. Next chappie will be their trip to the mall, then maybe I'll get to the dance. Don't worry, your 'rated M' will get here soon!
Oh, and whoever got the reference regarding a certain viral, 'scene-queen' sensation, wins a cookie. A virtual cookie that is!