Kyle and I were bestfriends ever since he beginning of college. I joined a sorority and he joined his frat, and we always had parties together. I secretly like him a LOT, who couldn’t love his blonde hair and cute face?? I just could not help it. I don’t think he knew.
We were out shopping at the mall together, when we passed by Victoria’s Secret.
“Ooo, can we go in here?! I think I have a coupon!” I squealed, I didn’t even think about it being awkward for him, we were so close anyways.
“I’m not even your boyfriend and your taking me bra shopping?” He groaned, more like whined. I giggled at his childishness, but dragged him in the store anyway. I wished he was my boyfriend, I thought.
I immediately went over to the sale section to see what I could get cheap. Kyle nudged my shoulder, “Hey, Y/n, you think I could pull this off?” His tone was high pitched, and he held up a hot pink thong.
“In your dreams, Kyle.” I pushed his chest. He whined like a girl, and threw it back into the pile as I giggled.
I picked up a couple of bras and panties I wanted to try on and headed to the dressing room. Kyle waited outside, looking through a vogue magazine. (omg he would so do that lmao)
I took of my shirt and jeans, my eyes immediately looking at my stomach. I felt ugly and fat, as always when you walk into a victoria’s secret. I tried on the bra and panty set, squishing slightly at my stomach.
Why do I even need lingerie? I thought. It’s not like anyone’s gonna see it.
“Hey Y/n? You alright in there?” Kyle knocked softly on the dressing room door. I guess he noticed I was taking a long time.
“Hey-um-yeah, I’m fine, Kyle.” I stuttered out. I fiddled with the lacy ruffles on the panties. “Just finished trying stuff on, I probably won’t buy it.”
“Oh, can I see?” I froze. Kyle wanted to see me and my body? I doubt he thought of me in that way. My hands found their way to the doorknob, and I opened it just a crack.
“Oh, c’mon it’s just me.” He chuckled and pushed the door open more. He sweetly smiled at me. I gazed down at the pink carpet on the floor.
“I probably won’t buy it. It doesn’t look very good.” I kept my eyes on the floor in fear of what he’d say. I bet he thought I looked gross or disgusting.
“Oh, you’re buyin’ it. It looks so cute on you.” I immediately blushed, I saw that their was a red tint on his cheeks too. I can’t believe he just said that. We both stood their giddy and laughing.
He pulled me to him by my waist, butterflies were dancing in my tummy. I stared up at him, he kissed me. Kyle Spencer kissed me!!!!! My hands intertwined through his soft locks. We both pulled away for a second.
“I like you.” Kyle whispered to me.
“That’s funny because I like you too.” I beamed at him and kissed his nose.
“Go change cause I’m buying those for you,” He grinned at me, “as long as I’m the only one who gets to see them.”
“Slow down, big boy.” I pushed him out of the dressing room but not before he slapped my butt. I knew I was bright red by that time.
My Type is Homicidal 