TWENTY NINE

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"I'm here and I'm ready!" Rya announcement herself as we stood outside the shop. I face-palmed myself as she eagerly rushed over to me and Roman, who looked slightly terrified.

"You invited Rya?" Roman turned and asked me rather surprised.

"Rya already knows about us and, besides, she's better at fashion than me." I explained.

Now, you might have some questions, one being, what the hell are we doing? Well, consider this Sienna Day and Roman was about to get the makeover of his life.

When I told Rya about this, she became ecstatic and so I had to invite her. The girl would explode if I didn't.

"Okay, so I brought my dad's credit card which means we're all set." She cheekily grinned and flashed the gold card in her hand. Okay, she really came prepared.

"Does he know you have that?" I asked worriedly. I didn't want to get in any trouble for this. I've been in enough trouble as it is.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Eh, what he doesn't know won't hurt him." And with that, she left, trekking into the shop. I was about to follow her behind when a strong hand grabbed my forearm.

"We're going in a thrift store?" Roman questioned suspiciously. I could see where he was coming from, the two most popular girls in school shopping in a thrift store? But he didn't know what he had in store.

"Yeah so? Thrift stores actually have some pretty cool things." I once bought a knock-off version of Gucci sunglasses here and no one batted an eye. He still seemed a little hesitant. "Would you like to wear designer clothes?" I placed a hand on my hip, already knowing his reaction.

Roman cringed and shook his head. "Lead the way." He gestured in. As I thought.

The sweet smell of toffee and bitter, stale coffee flutter up my nose as the backdrop of tunes from the 1980s hummed in echoes around the store. Dozens and dozens of wracks with all sorts of clothing mazed around and shelved stacked against the brown walls carried more.

My shoes scuffed across the dark, red carpet as my eyes scanned for Rya. I spotted her running back with two pairs on men's jeans. This girl worked fast.

"Here." She shoved them into Roman's arms. "Put these on." The taken aback expression on his face was priceless.

"Is she always this..."

"Controlling? Adamant? Excited? Yes."

He laughed and reluctantly took the jeans into one of the only dressing rooms, looking back with an expression that only make me laugh.

I decided followed Rya around the store, trying to find things he'd like. In all honesty, I was so conflicted in what he'd like, and I felt as if I had to get it right, like it would prove something, but I also really wanted him to love what I picked out.

"Ooo! Look at this!" Rya pulled out a feather boa and eccentrically wrapped it around her neck. I laughed and pulled out a pair of purple sunglasses shaped like hearts and stuck them on her face.

"How d'you I look?" she pretended to pose for a red-carpet. "Am I the female version of Harry Styles yet?"

"Almost." I chuckled and wandered over to the hoodie section. Rya followed, taking the sunglasses off her face, placing them onto my head.

"So, what are we looking for?" she perched her chin on my shoulder, looking over at the clothes in front.

"I don't know." I hummed, skimming my fingers across the soft materials.

"You're the one that knows him the best." Yes, more added pressure.

"Let's just get a range of things." I wasn't going to force Roman into certain styles, I wanted to see what he liked. However, I secretly wanted whatever I picked out to be his favourite.

As Roman tried on more jeans Rya crammed into his dressing room, I trailed my way around, picking up whatever I could find, having mini arguments in my head about whether he'd genuinely like what I picked or not.

Red hoodie, blue hoodie? Red hoodie, blue hoodie? I liked red but blue would go with his eyes. Red or blue? Red or blue? For fuck's sake, it's a colour, Sienna! I frustratedly sighed and picked up both, not being able to come to any kind of decision.

After another round of hoodies, picking out a few sweaters – not those ugly knitted ones he already had, and some regular plain T-shirts I'm sure he didn't even own, I managed to find my way into the formal sections. There were an array of basic, long-sleeved dress shirts but as soon as I set my eyes on the short-sleeved ones and imaged Roman's arms in them, I couldn't help but give in.

What? Part of this was for my entertainment as well.

Already about to walk back, a manikin caught my eye. It wore a crisp, grey suit that reminded me of the darker flecks of grey in Roman's eyes. It would suit him. I knew it would. Just looking at it made me imagine him standing there, becoming as dashing as ever.

"Are you okay, honey?" a woman beside me asked. My eyes came in contact with her name tag, 'Denise', first before I stared back at her.

"Erm, yeah. Is that suit up for sale?" I enquired, pointing up to the manikin.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled happily, "Oh yes! It's one of my favourites we have. Would you like me to get it down?"

Seeing Roman in a suit would surely bring me to my knees in more ways than one. Although, I knew the real reason I was getting it which made me hesitant. The Spring Fling was coming up and this was Roman's perfect chance to ask out Emily. He could take her to the dance, and they could be happy.

Whilst you stayed at home and cried your eyes out to season 4, episode 2 of Gossip Girl.

But he would be happy.

"Yes please, thank you." I replied and the woman nodded, asking someone behind the register to help her take it down. Assuming it would take them a while, I walked back to the dressing room Roman was behind, where Rya was waiting with the feather boa still around her neck.

I knew she was going to buy that thing after today, even if she'd never wear it again.

I passed the clothes to Roman in the dressing room, trying not to look at him knowing he was only in his boxers and my horny, little ass would combust at the sight.

Nervously, I chewed at my fingernails, waiting for him to come out.

"Damn, you look like a kid who stole the top shelf candy." Rya remarked as she looked my way.

"Huh?" I glanced back at her.

She chuckled, "Relax, I'm sure he'll look great." I knew he'd look great, I just wanted him to like them. God, this was so pathetic.

A couple of minutes later, Roman stepped out of the scarlet, red curtain to reveal himself. He wore a basic pair of blue jeans and the grey sweater I picked out. It was such a simple outfit but, damn, did he look good.

Rya whistled and nodded in approval.

"What d'you think?" Roman asked, holding his arms slightly out to the side to give us the full view.

"Well, it fits to say the least." Rya replied more than contently. Roman eyes flickered my way, waiting my response.

I nodded with Rya and smiled. Damn, he looked so good. "How does it feel to wear clothes that actually fit you?"

He vibrated a laugh at the statement and smiled, "Good. Really good."

I was about to say more when Rya clapped her hands together and jerked me up, "Good! Now, get back in there and give us a little fashion show of all the rest!" she practically pushed Roman back behind the curtain.

The next half an hour was Roman putting on all different outfits and Rya critiquing everything she possibly could. The problem was, he looked good in everything. Every single thing he put on, he made work. the guy could wear a freaking sparkly tutu and he'd still look amazing.

When he came out in the short-sleeved dress-shirt i picked, I felt myself melting to the floor.

"Jesus, his arms." Rya whispered by my side. They looked just as good as I imagined. Hot. So hot. I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. Holy hell.

"I know." I murmured back, swallowing hard as Roman walked back in to try on the rest.

The suit I had asked the woman to get off the manikin came my way as Roman was changing into the last item. I thanked her as he walked back out the curtain with the blue hoodie on. He chose the blue one, not the red. I was kind of upset he didn't choose the one I liked the most but I was totally right about the blue.

His eyes popped out of their sockets when matched with the colour like a sea of storms, every fleck and spec glimmered like hundreds of raindrops glittering a pure, glass window.

"I like this." He admitted.

"Yeah, it looks nice." Rya agreed. Roman's eyes peered down to what was in my hands.

"What's that?"

I couldn't speak. Why the fuck could I not speak? Rya nudged my side and I pulled myself out of the awkward iron grip that kept me from giving any sort of verbal reaction.

"It's a suit." No shit, sherlock. "Erm... here." I held it out at full arms length.

The look on Roman's faced swirled between bewilderment and abruptness. Nonetheless, he took it and headed back behind the curtain.

Rya gave me a sideways look as if she didn't understand why I had gotten him a suit either but I knew all those thoughts were batted from her mind as Roman reappeared wearing the crisp, grey suit, fitting his body perfectly. Every limb, every muscle was perfectly shown off as he fixed the collar of the jacket and looked back up at us.

"Well, mother-fucker of the fashion gods, would you look at that." Rya whistled lowly. "Someone's turned into the freaking swan."

Entranced. That's what my eyes were. Entranced. They were bewitched, enraptured, mesmerised with every inch of him. He was waves of an ocean, reflecting the glints of light dancing down from the sun, swimming with faultless beauty and peace yet could still ruin every piece of me. He could drown me, yet I'd welcome it.

"Sienna?" Rya nudged my side.

I snapped out of it and shook my head.

"Erm yeah. It's nice." A small glint in Roman's eyes seemed to dim as the words escaped my mouth. "You... You should wear that to the Spring Fling, you know, with, um, Emily."

The already dimmed glint fogged to pure gloom. Even Rya gave me a suspicious side look of confusion.

Roman coughed awkwardly and nodded. "Oh. Yeah." Then there was silence. Raw, painfully uncomfortable, ear-splitting silence.

"I'm gonna look around some more." Rya thankfully broke it. "If you give me the clothes, I can pay for them." She turned to say to Roman.

"Okay." He headed back in, returning with the pile and handing them to Rya, they almost covered her eyes and I offered to help, but she denied. So, alas, I stood there alone as Roman went back in to get changed.

What the hell was wrong with me? I've always been fine around Roman so why was I so different today. Was it the new look? The present he got me yesterday that I kept reading through last night even though it was full of boring textbook pages. I couldn't place a finger on it but it was terrifying. That I knew.

"Erm, can someone help me with this?" Roman called out. I looked around to see Rya standing by the register and sucked in a breath. C'mon, Sienna. Woman up, girl.

"Okay!" I answered hoping it would give him a warning to make himself... decent. Even though he spent the majority of our time together yesterday shirtless. Even though you guys have seen each other naked before.

As soon as I stepped behind the curtain, Roman pulled my hand sharply and pinned my up against a wall.

There was minimal time to speak before his lips crashed onto mine and a sudden gasp closed in my throat.

His kiss was rogue, full of immediate tongue and teeth, pulling us harder together. A pull of more than just bodies, a pull of desperation and yearning. A pull of greed – craving. So much more than I could ever anticipate but it gripped me in every way. His tongue connected with mine, fighting, almost attacking, begging for more taste, and when his hips jerked against mine, I moaned. The swell of him dug into my stomach until he lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist and it hit that sweet spot having me crying. His hips drove further, pushing, rubbing, grinding. Our mouthes kissing in complete, white-hot need. The hot, bare skin of his chest burned against my touch as my hands grazed up and down, feeling more of him, savouring the hard yet smooth skin that only seemed to blaze under my fingertips.

His hands cupped the sides of my face and pulled himself away from my lips like he was depriving himself of more. I let an unconscious whimper escape my lips at the loss of contact but stared deep into his eyes. The storm that could swallow me whole.

"Something's up with you today." He whispered gently. The room was much darker than I expected it to be, practically no lighting but the trickles of golden beams peaking through the bottom and sides of the curtain from the outside.

"I'm okay." I assured.

"Please don't lie to me. You've barely said anything to me today." His thumbs tenderly stroked my cheeks. "You just stood there. Staring."

"There's nothing wrong with staring." I argued.

"But I like talking to you better."

"You're talking to me now."

He kissed me again, lightly but still with hunger to feed his craving. "I want you now."

  Flutters exploded around my body and collected in tingles at my lower region. This time it was my turn to kiss him. "You're not fucking me in a changing room."

He kissed me again. "I know." And again. "But I want to." He chuckled softly against my lips. He hoisted me up higher, so I wrapped around him like a koala.

Our lips lingered closely together. "Later." I whispered against them.

The frustration groaned from his lips as he set me down despite the fact I kind of wanted to cling on for longer. I held a smile to myself as I adjusted my skirt and top.

Before I was about to walk out, he grabbed my hand. "You sure you're alright." It was the pure concern that leaked through his tone that caused my throat to tighten up.

"Yeah." I managed to get out. He still didn't look happy but let me go. Rya was back and waiting out there for me. Shit. The smirk on her lips practically screamed at me.

   "Don't." I said as she raised a brow. "He needed help."

"With his clothes or dick?"

"Shut up."

  She bit her lip, "Nice hair."

  I rushed my fingers through the tangles I could only imagine Roman had left behind. Fucking fantastic.

I already could sense the teasing smile growing on Rya's lips. Bitch.

When Roman was freshly dressed in some of the clothes we'd just bought, we walked back out to the parking lot.

"Now." Rya clicked her tongue, rubbing her hands together like a mastermind. "What are we going to do about the hair?"

"What's wrong with my hair?"

"What's wrong with his hair?" Roman and I simultaneous protested rather defensively.

"Um, it looks like a haystack." Rya raised a brow. "Who even cuts your hair, Roman? A cactus?"

"Rya!" I hissed.

"I do." Roman answered. I looked back at him in surprise.

"You do?" I clarified.

He shrugged. "Yeah, so? My dad always goes to this military barber that only knows how to do a buzzcut and I hate the idea of having a buzzcut. So, I do it."

That explained a lot. Mainly the split ends.

"How often do you wash your hair?" Rya then questioned.

"Every other day." Okay so that was good.

"With what?" she raised a suspicious eyebrow.

Roman shrugged once more uncaringly, "I don't know, this 3-in-1 thing my mom buys from Target."

3-in-1?! "3-in-1?!" Rya expressed my exact dismay. "Like shampoo, conditioner...?"

"Shampoo, conditioner, and bodywash." Roman explained. Rya looked like she could slap him. I could probably do the same. He washed his hair with the same thing that washed his body?! What was this? The stone-age?!

It must be in the world of men's hygiene.

"Okay. No. Nope-edy-nope. No fucking way am I dealing with this." Rya ran her hands through her hair. Add hygiene freak to Rya's little list as well. I could imagine how much her skin was crawling at the thought of a 3-in-1 soap. "We are fixing this right now."

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Did I expect to be in a hairdresser's late afternoon today? Nope. Was I though? Yep.

I could see the fear on Roman's face as he sat in the chair as some random woman examined his hair. Rya rested her chin on her finger and waited for the woman's reply.

"It's dead." Her thick, New Jersey accent came to a conclusion.

"What's dead?" I asked somewhat confused.

"His hair. It's horrible. My second cousin could take better care of it and he's in a coma." Why did hairdressers so casually overshare?

"I'm sure it's not that bad." Roman argued.

The hairdresser tutted and pulled a lock of his hair up. He winced at the harshness. "You see this? Dead, dead, dead."

"All of it?" Rya asked quizzically. The hairdresser shrugged.

"I could leave some length, but we're saying goodbye to most."

Rya huffed, tapping her foot against the floor. It was her dad's credit card; the decision was mostly in her hands. Poor Roman.

"Urgh, fine. Do whatever you need to do."

Roman didn't seem too pleased however her knew an argument with Rya was near enough a death sentence. Thus, as displeased he looked, he went along with it.

I, on the other hand, didn't know how to feel. I was so used to seeing Roman with hair down to his shoulders and I was scared he'd suddenly become a whole different person, but I knew it was the right choice to make because even thought I didn't like to admit it, his hair was like a haystack. One oily haystack.

And so forth, I sat in the waiting chair with Rya, looking through old magazines, trying to think of anything but what Roman was going to look like.

"You got him a suit." Rya began. It wasn't a question but a comment.

"Yeah, so?"

"For the Spring Fling." Another comment.

Sighing, I placed my magazine down and stared at her. "Do you have something you want to say?"

Rya stilled examined her magazine, licking her finger to flick a page. "No nothing at all."

Rolling my eyes, I crossed my legs and leant back in my chair. "Fine."

It only took a few more seconds before she shut the magazine and sighed, "I just thought that you would go to the Spring Fling with him."

I looked at her, narrowing my eyes and cocking my head to the side. "And why would I do that?"

"Because, you know, you guys are friends now."

"But he wants Emily." I disputed. "And so, he'll ask Emily. Besides, this whole thing is still supposed to stay a secret."

She held her hands up in defeat and sighed, "Fine, okay! He'll ask Emily then." Her tones wasn't the happiest but I didn't care. Why in God's name would Roman go to the Spring Fling with

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