Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 3

The evening of prom rolled around faster than expected. The plan for the girls to come round mine to get ready went down the drain this morning once we found out from Ian that he told the limo guy to pick us up individually.

So now, I'm stuck stressing about hair and make-up on my own. My mother is no help and at moments like this. I wish i had booked the hair dressers early enough so I could have gotten a slot. Then they could have dealt with all of this for me

I was currently in my dressing gown with only a pair of knickers on. My dress didn't allow me to wear a bra which is fantastic. My eyes keep landing on it hanging on my wardrobe door.

It's honestly so out of my comfort zone.

It's this red wine colour that has a VERY deep neck to it. It stops right above my belly button and gets narrower as it goes down. The spaghetti straps made it look elegant but oh so revealing. The skirt part was the same colour as the top of the dress but it was a see through material, showing off my legs.

This was my mothers and Georigas idea, I decided to go along with it because it's prom and I might as well take chances. I'm kind of regretting those odds now

I'm sitting on my bed, curling my hair being very nervous for this evening. I had just done my make up and that took me fucking forever.

I kept stressing because the limo is going to me here in 40 minutes and that's no where near enough time... or maybe it is and I'm just panicking. I'm a little relieved that I'm the last stop. We're having a 10 minute photo op here too. My mum AND dad insisted... forced.

Just as I was finished curling my hair I heard a slam of the front door downstairs

"ADELAIDE!" Was that Eren?

Hearing loud footsteps pounding up the stairs I recognised them to be Erens but why was he here so early?

Before I even have time to get up and open the door to see what he wanted, he was barging in on his own accord making me gasp

"You're so lucky I'm decent right now" I glare at him, tightening my dressing gown belt

"Decents a bit of a stretch" he says closing my bedroom door, the look on his face when he turned around made me think he didn't mean to say that, like insults to me just come naturally for him now, but then a smirk creeped on his lips and he looked me up and down. At my glamourous robe and all

"Why do you always have to be a dick everytime I get remotely dressed up?" I frown, flopping down on my bed again

"I guess it's become tradition now since that night on new years" he shrugged like that was a plausible excuse, but it's Eren I didn't expect him to give me a decent one at all. I looked down at what he was wearing. He just had jogging bottoms on and a tank top

"Okay, why are you here so early and why aren't you even dressed" i say gesturing to his clothes.

"Right" he says standing in front of me "Kind of told my mum like 2 months ago that I was gonna ask you to prom and I kind of forgot to tell you that" he explains like that made any sense "I have my clothes with me, I threw them in your brothers room"

"Why the hell would you tell her that?" I exclaim completely ignoring the last part and kind of interrupting him at the end there. He takes a step back

"Woah, I'm not actually going to take you...obviously" he mutters the last bit and I squint at him "Just pretend we are going together around our parents, if I were you I'd message your boyfriend that so he won't be confused as to why I have a matching tux to his girlfriend's dress" that sentence over whelmed me. I have so many questions