Playing Matchmaker

chapter twenty two

b u t I ' m y o u r b u t t f a c e

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Picture: Nova's dress

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"No," Emily cringes as soon as she sees the dress. "No way will I ever let you leave the house wearing that."

I shrugged, the colour of the dress, itself, is a nice blue colour, but the fit is just horrible.

"Yeah, I agree," I play with the flimsy satin fabric, it glides over my hands softly.

Since it is Georgia's wedding on Friday, I obviously had to find a dress for the occasion. Tyler isn't a groomsmen, so he doesn't have to wear a full tux. Apparently, he had already bought one, leaving me to find a dress in five days.

Now don't get me wrong, I do love shopping and all, but with Emily, it becomes horrible. Emily is a pain in the ass, and will only settle for the best - even if it takes all day to find something, even longer. So far, we had been to five dress shops, and found slim to nothing. Half because of Emily's pickiness, and also because I was only searching half heartedly.

"This shop is horrible," Emily wrinkles her nose up as she looks around the small boutique on Main Street. It's your average sized shop, but what stands it out from other shops, is that it looks like somebody has vomited pink puke all over the walls.

It's nasty.

Their dresses are mediocre, and sell nothing much better than the other dress shops Emily had dragged me into.

"Let's just go to the mall?" I suggested. Emily nodded reluctantly, having not wanted to go to the mall at all. Emily has a phobia of it, and she also says that it makes her claustrophobia kick in.

In reality, Emily just doesn't want to have to watch young girls parading around like they own the place, in shorts skirts and revealing tops.

Octavia's mall isn't too bad, it's fairly large in my opinion - but I had rarely ever seen other malls. There's the popular shops, and the not so popular shops, but it's worth having a look at everything. I truly believe in 'don't judge a shop by its exterior' no matter who stupid that sounds.

"This is when we need Tyler and Nate here," Emily grumbles as she pushes through the hoard of shoppers. Emily has ASD. Aggressive Shopping Disorder, as I call it. "PEOPLE ARE SO ANNOYING," she raises her voice in exasperation.

I bite back a laugh as I look at the people who heard her, that are currently looking at her as if she suddenly grew a penis on her forehead.

"Excuse me, but that is very rude," some old nanna scorned Emily. Well, I thought it was funny, but I guess she woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

"I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a better statement that that!" Emily replied sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest.

That did it for me, and I burst out laughing. That's something Emily would say while rage shopping. She turns into a sarcastic little butt, that's what.

But, the lady who Emily picked a fight with was not impressed. Her face went a deathly shade of red, and smoke practically came out of her ears. "Respect your elders," she spat, "I would be ashamed if I were you."

"Good thing you aren't then," Emily retorts, taking off in a sprint, leaving me behind with the crazy lady. I couldn't deal with her popping vein anymore, and sprinted off to find Emily and give her an ass-whooping.

See, if Tyler was here, he could have easily prevented that scuffle, and probably sorted out that old bag in a few seconds. That's Tyler for you - calm, convincing and completely irresistible. The last few days hadn't been awkward at all - thankfully - and we acted like we always did. We fought like cats and dogs and insulted each other to no end, but this time there was always an inside story behind that.