Nicole had never worn a dress before. She never liked any type of dress. It was the feel, the look...the looks from men—everything that she didn't want to endure. She hated dresses.

But she loved seeing you glow in the face when she walked out of the dressing room wearing a navy blue dress that reached her knees. You complimented her more when she walked out wearing this certain dress.

Thats why she bought it. You hyped it up way more than the others and plus your opinion meant more to her than her own. Nicole liked the dress though, when she looked at it more it started to grow on her but you were the main cause of her buying it in the end.

You of course got your dress for graduation. It was F/C and it looked heavenly on you. The way the dress clung onto your figure was something that caught Nicole's eyes. She was no better than a man (sadly). It wouldn't hurt if she just stared at you for a little-

"Nicole? Hello?" Nicole jumped slightly when she was met with you snapping in her face with your fingers. "How do you think of this dress?" You asked your question again. Nicole must've been staring too much to the point where she forgot that you even asked her a question.

"Oh—uh—it looks okay." Nicole muttered, looking away from you.

"Okay? Okay!?" You stared at Nicole in disbelief as you let out a small huff. "It can't just be 'okay', it has to be fabulous! Beautiful! Outstanding! It can't be no 'okay'!"

"That's not what I fucking meant! You look hot as fuck."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes."

"Phew, that's a relief! I need to make sure that i'm outshining everyone at that shitty graduation!" You flaunted before hurrying back into the dressing room to change. Nicole slumped in her seat as she looked over at her dress on the chair beside her.

"The sad thing is that she doesn't even know that she naturally outshines everyone." Nicole grumbled.