Gateway Drug | Volume I

Gateway Drug | Part Thirteen

Warning(s):
Explicit language
Mentions of drug abuse
Mentions of sexual situations

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I listen as Tommy chirps on and on about anything and everything in life at the moment. His new girlfriend Roxie, his new apartment, the almost finished album, how cool he thinks Nikki, Mick and Vince are...I nearly question why he's telling me about things I know about, then I realize we haven't had an actual conversation in so long. We have small talk between walking club to club and in passing, but I can't remember the last time we talked in depth about our lives, one on one.

"Hey, um, so your folks are gonna be at the wedding or...?" He asks next, lacing up the thick ribbon at the back of the wedding dress I'm trying on and I furrow my brows a little shake my head, looking at him in the mirror of the dressing room.

"No, I don't think so." I say. "Not unless my mother's there to protest it."

He chuckles at the thought, allowing more silence to settle between us, acting like he wants to say something.

"What's up, Tommy?" I ask him, a little worried, and he shrugs a little, tying off the ribbon in a bow.

"I was just thinking since your pop isn't gonna be there to walk you down the aisles, um, I don't know, maybe I could." He suggests hesitantly.

I smile a little, licking my lips as I stare at him.

"I assumed that was already the arrangement." I state and he smiles from ear to ear, nodding his head excitedly.

"Fuckin' sick, dude." He says, trying to downplay how excited he really is.

"Viv, c'mon, we ain't got all day!" Vince pipes from outside and I roll my eyes, hiking up the heavy skirt and stepping outside to stand in front of the giant mirror, standing on the pedestal as Tansy fixes the bottom of it, making sure it looks perfect before actually paying attention to the dress itself.

She steps back to study it the way Tommy is, Vince doesn't care and I'm pretty sure Mick's asleep behind his sunglasses.

It's extremely poofy.

The short sleeves are nearly at my ears, the skirt is like a giant cloud of tool and...

"...Where'd your tits go?" Vince asks me, as if he's insulted that my boobs have been lost in the amount of overzealous fabric around my chest.

"Vince!" Tansy scolds him quietly, hitting his arm.

"I'm just sayin' when Nikki's sayin' his vows, he's gonna want something to look at to remind him why he's marrying you to begin with." Vince says as if it makes perfect sense and I close my eyes for a moment.

"Yes, because the soul of a successful marriage is built on a great set of breasts." I state sarcastically.

Tansy's just staring at him, confused, her brows furrowing slightly before she says:

"I think I am falling in love with you again." It's a sarcastic acknowledgement that she was, in fact, in love with him her freshman year of high school when they dated, and he smirks.

"I have that affect on women." He replies smugly, winking at her and she rolls her eyes.

"You look like a cotton ball." Mick speaks up.

"Yeah, you can't really tell where you start and where you end." Tansy adds next in all seriousness.

"Tommy, whatcha think?" I ask him, knowing he and I probably share the same opinion.