best friend crisis

Chapter 5: my first kiss taken.

Clara's dressing in Tex's house.

Clara: you begged for me. Why?

Tex: because I take you as my little sister and I can't stand seeing you cry.

Clara: that's really sweet. Thanks but what are you doing in exchange for it. He doesn't give chances like that.

Tex: I'm taking his daughter on a date.

Clara: cute.

Tex: not cute. I don't want to take her.

Clara: then who?

Tex: (looks at her then looks away) I don't know.

Clara: well, maybe I can give you dating lessons.

Tex: (pulls her closer by the waist).

Clara: (cheeks pink).

Tex: this isn't my first time on a date.

Clara: (in her mind) snap out. He might not like you. Be a tough girl (force herself to snap out and removes his hand from her waist). It's not every girl that falls for that.

Tex: (rolls his eyes).

Clara: (in her mind) Thank God (sits on the counter) how old is she?

Tex: 21.

Clara: and you are twenty one. The same age. Nice.

Tex: are you seriously going on with the lesson?

Clara: Hey! You helped me and I'm going to help you. If his daughter hate it, he's going to tear my script.

Tex: so?

Clara: (hold one of his hand) please.

Tex: fine (looks at her and leans on the wall).

Clara: cool. Now, I'm her and you are you.

Tex: this isn't helping.

Clara: come on! Just act like you are on a date with me.

Tex: it's not working.

Clara: fine. I guess its plan B.

Tex: and what's that?

Clara: (brings out a gown from her bag).

Tex: you're not serious.

Clara: I am. I told myself I'm going to help you and I really mean it. I'll be back (goes to change).

Tex: she isn't serious.

After sometime, Clara came back wearing a red well fitted short mini gown.

Clara: I'm done.

Tex: (lost in thought).

Clara: (sits on the counter) how do I look?

Tex: different. Really, the dress is nice.

Clara: thanks.

Tex: but I think she will go for something more.

Clara: (removes the last piece of clothing covering her cleavage and use it as a design for the gown).

Tex: (day dreaming, he had already gone far).

Clara: (does a hair flip) there, I'm done.

Tex: (tries to control his hormones which were already becoming wild) that's better.

Clara: is she the flirting type or sassy.

Tex: flirty.

Clara: cool (wears a necklace and allows it to rest in between her cleavage).