Damon
Stephen took me to a department store so the two of us could buy our tuxedos for Rebekah's dinner party. Stephen picked up a black bow tie, and a white one. He showed it to me. "Black or white?" "I think black is better." He placed the white bow tie back down. "So are you bringing a date?" "Duh." "Who?" "Her name is Elena. She's a kindergarten teacher in a elementary school called Garden Penny." "Oh. Since when? Is this like your causal way of picking girls, or is it serious?" I scowled at him. "Stephen, I'm not in high school anymore. Neither are you. Your twenty - eight years old, and had been in a four year relationship with Rebekah. Don't you think she wants you to pop the question soon?" I lowered my eyes to a set of neatly stacked dress shirts. "I love Rebekah. But I hadn't thought much about us having a future together." I picked up a white dress shirt. "Well, think about that scenario, brother. Trust me, she probably has one of her own ages ago. She's waiting for your turn." "I will."
The two of us changed into a few options. The two of us tried the velvet violet, gray, muddy brown, and black suits. Eventually, we chose black tuxedos. After we paid for our clothes by the cash register, Stephen started to ask numbers of questions about Elena as we walked our way down to the parking lot. "How old is she?" "Seven. Her parents are suing me for being infatuated with their daughter." Stephen punched me on the shoulder. "Seriously, get real." "Wasn't I?" I asked with a quick raise of my eyebrows. "Let's start over again. How old is she?" "She's twenty - five." "What's her recent occupation?" I stopped walking. "Just answer the question." He urged. "You mean questions." I corrected. "Please, Damon cooperate with me." I sighed, and walked my way to the car. "She was a professional dancer. But something happened, so she had to stop and start something new." "What happened to her?" "None of your business. I like to keep my girlfriend's past to myself, thank you very much." "Fine. How did you meet?" "I saved her from a burning restaurant. I asked her out when she woke up from the hospital. And we been dating ever since." "Wait. You asked her out when she woke up from the hospital. Wasn't that a bit to sudden for her? She probably said yes with no choice, because she wouldn't want to offend you to say no. Since you did save her life." "Stephen, I am trying very hard to hold my temptation to punch you straight on the nose. But if I do, I'll be going through an entire evening with your girlfriend blaming me about how terrible you look at the dinner party. So don't you dare say such things to me that way. That's really cold." "But I am right, aren't I?"
"Look who's talking, you asked Rebekah out when she saved your life from a surfing contest. And not to mention, you puked on her while she was performing CPR. I don't know how you two got together. Seriously." We finally found our car, I unlocked the car and the two of us got in. When I started the engine, Stephen smiled. I drove out of the parking lot, and drove to his house. "Can't wait to see this lucky girl." "Honestly, I can't wait to go to the party with her." "I'm proud of you Damon." I just gave him a nod. I don't show any sympathy toward Stephen, but he knows me, and the times when I'm trying to be nice with my plain nods or harsh words about my personal criticism toward everything he does and the people he chooses to be with.