What's your problem now? (Kyle x reader)

Vicky just began to laugh, and so did I. I'd forgotten what it was like to hang out with her before she got all bitchy.

I'd forgotten how fun she could be.

"Hey, (Y/n), do you have anything you need?" I looked to my left, meeting Vicky's ice blue eyes. the awkward tension between us had faded, it felt like hanging out with the old Vicky in some way.

"Me? No..." I then felt my mouth curl up into a slight smile. My birthday was coming up in 5 days, and I should probably find an outfit for that day. My mom and dad were coming home just in time, and they probably had some plans, as usual. They always held a small "surprise" party, and I always had to act surprised even though I knew it was coming.

"You know what, yeah. I have to get one thing." Vicky followed me as we made our way into a clothing shop. Once we'd entered the shop Vicky immediately disappeared, probably off to look for something for herself. She'd always been like that, disappearing in a heartbeat when we entered stores. I started to walk around, checking a few skirts, shirts and pants to see if there was something half-casual-like I could wear for my birthday. I didn't want to wear a dress, I could never find one that fit me.

"Hey, (Y/n)!"

I looked back, seeing the redhead with a fairly large pile of clothes in her arms, which didn't surprise me. What really caught my eye, though, was something she had hanging on a hanger from her arm to prevent it from mixing with the other clothes. It was a black, ribbed, long sleeved dress, and it was beautiful.

"What do you think?" She asked as she approached me, smiling. "Of what?" I looked at her, confused. Did she mean the pile of clothes or what? "The dress dumbass." She nodded down towards the dress, to which I smiled at her. It would really suit her. "Oh, that. It's really beautiful, I think it'll suit you." She just rolled her eyes, sighing as she shook her head. "God, I know it would look good on me, I mean what do YOU think of it? I want you to try it on." I just looked at her in confusion once again. "Wha- Why?" She just smiled, shrugging. "I don't know, I saw it and I though it would look great on you, so I grabbed it." Before I could react she began pushing me towards the fitting rooms, pushing me into a room before shoving the dress into my arms and closing the door. I just stood there for 30 mere seconds, staring at the door, still confused. I then looked down at the dress before sighing. I should probably try it on, shouldn't I?

I quickly slipped it on, and it went surprisingly easy. Vicky'd picked out the perfect size for me. I took a deep breath when I'd adjusted the dress before looking in the mirror. And when I looked I could feel my jaw drop slightly.

Damn

The dress really did fit me perfectly, hugging every flattering curve of my body. It was, as I mentioned, a black, ribbed, knee-length dress with long sleeved arms and a turtle neck. It was really perfect. I could honestly not find anything about the dress that I didn't like. The more I checked myself out in the mirror, the more I liked it. It was casual, yet dressy. It fit me, even though I wasn't used to wear dresses.

"Hey, (Y/n)! Let me see the dress!" I flinched when I heard Vicky's voice from outside. I panicked slightly when I looked at the door, and then at the mirror again. The dress suddenly didn't look so perfect anymore. It now seemed to be a size too small, way too short, an ugly shade of black and the turtle neck did not suit me at all.  I can't let her see me like this. I can't let anyone see me like this. I wasn't supposed to wear something like this, I should just wear regular clothes. 

"Y-Yeah, no Vic. I-It doesn't look good on me- I can't show my-myself like thi-" I just heard a loud sigh before the door was kicked in, revealing a slightly annoyed Vicky on the other side. "Bullshit, stop being like that. I know you, you know." She then began eying me up and down, checking how the dress fit. I could just feel my heart beating faster and faster as my head began spitting thought after thought. I couldn't relax when she just stood there, judging the shit out of me.

"What are you talking about? It looks really great on you (Y/n). Stop being so anxious." I just swallowed, avoiding eye contact with the redhead. "Anyhow, hurry up and change, I need this room, all the others are occupied." I just nodded before closing the door, taking a few seconds to calm down before changing. I should really chill out, it's not normal... 

I ran my fingers though my hair slightly before opening the door, letting Vicky into the room as I stepped out. "I'll wait for you out here. M'kay?" Vicky just nodded before closing the door, not even chuckling the tiniest bit at my imitation. It didn't bother me though, it was pretty bad. I went over to a wall, looking out into the store as I waited for Vicky. Knowing her, I should probably make myself comfortable, it'd probably take a while.

I watched people as they walked around in the store, looking at clothes and minding their own business. I wonder what that felt like, only focusing on the present, not caring about what others think and not overthinking stuff. I bet it felt great. I'm jealous. I'd probably been able to avoid a lot of problems if I'd just relaxed. Especially with Bebe and all. That thing was a total shitstorm, it was a miracle that it all went well in the end. Who knows what could've happened if Stan, Craig and Nichole weren't there to stand up for me. I was so lucky.

My heart then sunk as I suddenly laid my eyes on a certain person. The person then laid their eyes on me as well, which made my heart stop for a solid second. When the person began to make their way over to me I could feel a thousand thoughts rush through my head.

Should I run?

Should I hide?

Should I-

Before I could make a decision the person had reached me, just staring at me without saying a word. The staring continued for at least ten seconds before I opened my mouth to break the silence. 

"W-What do you want B-Bebe?"