Poland X Reader- You're Not...?
"I'll totally like see you there!" Felicks said through the phone "Alright, bye!"
"See ya," you smiled.
Today was an annual event for Felicks and you, shopping for school clothes. Felicks was your best friend and shopping partner. You two always went shopping together because, let's face it, the guy knows fashion.
-Like totally wicked hipster pink time skip-
"Wow, Felicks," you gasped, "It's great.
"Well, of course it is! I picked it out!"
Felicks had chosen a (f/c) V-neck top that fit perfectly and hugged all the right places, flare jeans that did the same, and (complementary color) peep-toed heels. To put it nicely, the Bad Touch Trio saw you and either winked, smirked, or did the call me sign. You looked fantastic.
"As always," you smiled, "You're a genius, Felicks!"
"I try," he smiled. "Now, let's shop for me!"
"Okay," you laughed. He was so enthusiastic about shopping.
You two were now just relaxing on your couch. You had used up three paychecks, but you also got your supplies too. Your parents couldn't complain.
"Like, we did such a good job," Felicks smiled.
"We really did."
He looked over to you from your side of the couch. "You looked really amazing in that outfit I picked out for you."
"I wouldn't expect any different from you, Felicks," you smiled.
"Listen," he said, looking away, "would you like to go to dinner Saturday?"
"Sure," you smiled. How could you deny your friend?
"Great!" he cheered. "I'll pick you up around 7:30."
"How dressy do I need to be?"
"I don't know," he smirked. "How dressy do you need to be for the fanciest place in town?"
"Are you kidding me, Felicks?"
"Nope," he grinned.
"How did you afford that?"
"Toris's dad owns the place."
"Really?"
"Yeah! I got it as payment for tutoring Toris!"
You looked at the clock.
"It's almost 10:00 already!" You said in disbelief.
"Crap!" Felicks exclaimed. "I have to get home! Bye"
He kissed your cheek and then ran out the door. You stood there in disbelief for a second.
"Wait!" you called.
"What is it?" he called from inside his car.
"You're not…"
"Gay?"
"Yeah," you said sheepishly.
"No," he laughed. "I love you." He then drove off.
Well, that makes the thought of the sleepover you had with him Saturday awkward. Let's hope your date won't be!