The Best Friend's Contract

Kenna

"Too plain," Dimitri mutters before shaking his head, disagreeing to the plain black dress I'm wearing. My eyes wander down to the sleeveless dress as I turn to look in the mirror, seeing how the dress fits onto my body perfectly well but it also appears as if I'm going to aNôvelDrama.Org owns this.

funeral.

"I look fairer though," I reply, looking sideways.

"Wrong. Men prefer tanned women," He says which causes me to raise an eyebrow at him before looking at my other best friend, seemingly occupied with his phone.

"If you think that I dress up for men, you're wrong. I dress up for myself," My right hand is on my hip before looking at Dimitri after squinting my eyes, causing him to walk towards me, arms crossed; standing tall due to the differences of our heights.

He leans forward, "Do you think men dress up for women? No, no, no, we dress up for ourselves too. We just somehow... attract them at the same time. Look around, women are obviously staring at me because I'm just too beautiful," He pretends to flip his hair. "Wow! Excuse me? You're far from beautiful," I poke onto his chest which causes him to raise an eyebrow at me before taking a few steps back. Our eyes are having a war of their own, glaring and staring deeply with the amount of pressure radiating. "It's me who is beautiful," I add, cockily pulling onto the hair-tie off my hair, letting them fall down.

Both of his eyes are looking down at my hair before frowning, "Is that strawberry or is it apple? You still use fruity-scented shampoos? Dude, you're twenty-six... grow up." He flicks my hair on my shoulder which causes them to fall onto my back, making me stand on my tiptoes.

Dimitri and I always have an argument because it's a part of our friendship. We have different opinions on something... disagreements everywhere in everything. Even something as simple as an ice cream flavour can cause us to argue for an hour, straight. It's no doubt that this current argument can break the record.

Then again, no matter how much we argue, we would always have each other's back. I'd still look at him with the same amount of care for him as a friend-enjoying other stuffs together and neglecting our arguments. Maybe, it's because he's pretty much a savage. He speaks what he wants to speak, saying words without even thinking how much it would affect someone... especially me but after knowing him for almost six years now, it's just who he is and I have to accept that. He may be annoying and a little childish sometimes but deep down, I know how much he loves and care for me. Just as I feel towards him.

That's one of the reasons why we're BFFs.

I lean closer towards him, "You judge me because I use fruity-scented shampoos when you are still using the same scented cologne I bought you for your birthday, four years ago! Don't let me remind you... just how many girls you've gotten in bed with that cologne. Thanks to my sense of smell," My lips curve up into a smile at my respond, seeing him clenching his jaw.

To my surprise, he takes off his coat before throwing it onto the ground, "You know what? When I get home, I'm going to burn that cologne. It's going to be gone," He replies, making me pretend to be upset by pouting and draw a fake tear dripping down from my eyes using my index finger, leaving him groaning.

"Boo!" I keep on poking onto his body as he tries to protect himself from further attacks as he grabs onto my waist, picking me up onto his shoulder-letting me let out a scream.

My scream ends up turning into laughters as he spins us around, in a slow pace. I keep on pounding onto his back-not bothered by the stares we're receiving due to our childish behaviour. For once, I actually take it back when I said he's the only one acting like a child because I'm included.

"What are you guys doing?" Aidan asks, immediately bringing us back into reality as he drops me onto the ground. I try to balance myself, looking up at Aidan who stands in between us with a confused look on his face. Then, he looks down at me, "What are you wearing?"

I raise an eyebrow, "You mean my perfume? Oh, it's called Bombshell by Victoria Secret. I'm sure you've heard of it before because I wouldn't stop rambling about how much I love the heavenly smell," I reply and he begins to look at me, more confused. "I meant your dress," He replies.

Both of his brown eyes are looking directly at me before taking a few seconds to gaze down onto the black dress I'm wearing, his expression changing into something that shows just how much he dislikes the dress. I stand still, letting his eyes wander down my body. "Come here," He calls out for me to follow him and I do as told, after sticking my tongue out at Dimitri who quickly responds back by doing the same. Just as I turn to look at Aidan, I am left immediately stopping my steps... seconds before I can bump into him. We are standing near the promoter, "Yes, Mr. Ashton. How can I help you?" She asks, her lips are curving up into a smile at both of us.

Funny, Dimitri was the one who had rejected any helps from the workers here and now, we actually need them or this whole shopping thing can turn out into a disaster. Honestly, Aidan's sense of style is way better than Dimitri's... when it comes to women's clothing. Maybe, because I've brainwashed him enough when we were younger. He has always been my shopping pal, including his sister, Mia. The three of us would go shopping and he's be the one suggesting which one's the better outfit. He has never failed, though. "Take her measurements. I want you to give her the best dresses you've got and I want to see her when she's ready," Aidan replies, his voice is much more deeper than usually. It's weird to see him behaving this way-more serious, professional because he's the complete opposite when he's with me.

Sometimes, it makes me wonder

just why would his employees ever call him the devil. Yes, I've seen him get mad and it was not a good

experience but he has always been a sweetheart to me. No matter how stressed or annoyed he might be, he'd always give in to what task. At times, I've forgotten just how much he has given in for a friend like me.

We've had heated arguments before but I'd rather lose everything else than losing him as my friend. He has seen me through my worst and there's nobody else who can replace him.

"I'll be there when you're done," He leans before whispering in my ear. Then, he starts to walk back towards Dimitri who is currently talking to one of the women, there making them laugh at his flirty personality, instantly leaving me rolling my eyes. "Follow me, miss." The promoter says and I quickly follow behind her to different colours and designs of dresses, leaving me staring in awe. It has been awhile since I've actually went out looking for nice clothes and it feels calming, for once.

Just as I'm about to ask her about

what kind of dresses she has in mind, I am left speechless at the amount of dresses she has already picked out before placing them, slowly on the sofa in the dressing room. From dresses that would cover up my entire body and down to more of the cleavage revealing dresses, they all seem to appeal in anyone's eyes.

"Where do you want to start?" She asks, smiling.

My lips curve up into a smile before pointing out at the dress in the middle and she is already helping me with the dress after tying my hair up into a messy bun-making the whole dressing up a lot easier.

I step out of the dressing room,

slowly in the sleeveless dark purple dress which ends down to my toes before standing in front of my two best friends. Dimitri's eyes widen as he eyes my dress, showing how much he likes the dress while Aidan just stares blankly at me-making me furrow my eyebrows trying to find if there's anything wrong with it.

"Is it not okay?" I ask, my voice low.

"No, no. I like it," Dimitri replies, giving me a thumbs up which causes me to smile. He smiles back before nudging Aidan on the shoulder, trying to make him say something but he does nothing... only eyeing my face after gazing down the dress for a couple of seconds.

"I don't," He finally responds and I keep on looking at him, waiting for him to say something more. Dimitri frowns at him before looking back at me and trying to find the flaws of this dress but he's completely left with none. "Don't you think it's a little bit too much, here?" He adds, pointing at his chest, gesturing towards mine.