Xenophobia

Khai's POV

"No."

"Well why the fuck not?"

"Thats a banana with sleeves."

Violet huffed before hanging up the horrid dress she picked out for me to purchase for the Winter Ball. She had been trying to convince me to get the God awful dress for about ten minutes. A breath of relief escaped my lips once I saw her return with no other dresses in hand.

Behind her trudged her fifteen year old brother, Gabe, whom she should be babysitting. He was apparently grounded for sneaking out to a party last week, and her parents made t their priority to make the next two weeks of his life living hell. So, they forced him to tag along with us in search for dresses. His blue eyes were dripping in boredom and if it wasn't for her asshole and perverted persona, I'd feel sorry for the kid.

"We've literally been in this damn store for an hour and have made zero progress," the teenager groaned.

He screwed his eyes shut, wincing in pain when Violet's hand came in contact with the side of his head. "Language," she scolded.

I laughed loudly. Violet's was a person who swore like a sailor, so it was pretty funny seeing her scold Gabe for such a minor fowl word.

Somehow, five minutes later, Violet was in the changing room trying on a mystery outfit. It was apparently a surprise and God was I excited to see what she was in the enclosed space putting on. Meanwhile, I handed Gabe my phone to check his instagram after him begging for what seemed like an eternity. My mind automatically went to Harry... My Harry. My Harry with the most dreamy eyes. My Harry with God awful long and greasy hair that oddly looked miraculous on him. My Harry that tripped over a stray dog and quickly apologized to it, buying him a burger right after to make sure that it didn't hate him. My Harry whom I loved with every cell in my body. My Harry that has also been... out of there lately. His eyes weren't as vibrant as they were before. He was often late to his classes and school. Not to mention that I haven't seen him eat the peanut butter sandwiches I carry for him everyday. He loves those sandwiches. He insists that he is more than fine, and I want to believe him. I want to believe that he's tellin me the truth and that it's just the stress of exams approaching and homework being a burden. Because honesty is a huge factor in this relationship of ours. Never has he lied to me or me to him. Everything that was needed to be said was said. Bad or good, it was never put in the shadows. We were very open. But I can't help but worry.

Gabe soon handed me back my phone and my fingers were twitching to text Harry. But I knew he was busy with work. I knew he was with his father at his office. Forced to learn the ropes of his business in wishes of taking over once mortality takes it's course on Mark. But Harry did not want to do that. And that hurts my heart dearly. He doesn't deserve the amount of stress being put on him by his father.

I was was about to hit send when Violet made an entrance. Dressed in a skimpy white dress that was showed a large portion of her breasts and legs along with six inch heels, Gabe and I were left with mouths hanging wide.

"So what do you guys think?"

-

Despite Gabe and I's protest, Violet purchased the hooker outfit. Saying she would wear it to the club when we were on Christmas Break.

Now, the three of us were situated in Victoria's Secret. I needed new bras, Violet needed new panties and Gabe... Well he was quite content to be in a store with loads of female undergarments.

"You need to get this."

I looked at Violet with wide eyes. "Fuck no," I grabbed it from her, shielding it. I did not want Gabe seeing this.

"What's that?" He asked, walking towards me. Inquisitive little fuck.

"Nothing." He squinted his eyes and I tried my best to keep the fabric hidden.

"Is that a crotchless panty?" He whisper-yelled.

Violet laughed. "How do you even-"

"Playboy magazines,' he cut her off.

"Anyway," Violet said. "You're buying it. Give Harry a little way access."

My face was hot in embarrassment. "Are we actually having this conversation in front of your kid brother?"

He scoffed. "I'm fifteen. Practically an adult," he popped the color of his flannel. I shushed him before turning back to my best friend.

"Yes and you're getting it."

"No."

"I'll buy it for you."

"No."

"Stop acting like such a virgin. I barley know about you and Harry but even I know he's got it in. You've been with him for like four years," Gabe butted in.

He was right. I wasn't a virgin. That was taken from me by Harry when we were both sixteen. It's a day I'll never forget, really. But I was not admiring that to Gabe.

"Shut up Gabe," Violet says smacking his head.

He hissed. "Fuck! Violet, stop doing that!"

Another smack. "Stop fucking cursing!"

"Violet!"

And with that, I paid for my items leaving the two bickering siblings behind. But quietly asking the sales lady to save one of those crotchless panties for me.

What?

I was interested in the piece. I just wasn't gonna buy it in front of Gabe.

Notes

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