[“Ten dollars is a little low, but whatever.”]

[you pay him to wear a dress... freak.]

[IvanPOV centered]

PREVIEW:

You and Andrew have been living in your shared apartment for quite some time now, sharing drinks and memories, good and bad. Mostly bad. But something that’s been nagging you and eating you from the inside was your bottled feelings for Andrew.

Now, were you going to mention these feelings to Andrew like a normal person? No, ridiculous! You HAVE to keep this secret. What if Andrew’s not even ...? Oh god. That would wreck you, physically and mentally. But you had to push those thoughts aside as you chilled out on your sofa.

Andrew walked in, carrying leftover pizza on a paper plate, as he sits down next to you on the couch. Ugh. Too close. You quickly sit up, before realizing you got a huge grease stain on the front of your pants (damn, you fucking slob...).

You quickly walk off to your room and dig through your closet, passing all of the exact same shirts, before reaching down to grab your pants... then you see it.

Bright pink, shining, glittery (and any other pretty describing word you could think of) dress, just in the corner of your closet. Idea. A filthy, depraved, creepy idea crosses your mind.

You reach into your pocket, and pull out a ten. Huh. Must be short on cash or something. But you’ve gotta see Andrew in this dress. Have to.

You bolt out of your closet, your room, and eventually run right behind Andrew, who is chilling on the couch. You hold the dress out in front of you, as well as the money, before clearing your throat to get Andrew to turn around.

Andrew turns around, eyeing the dress, the money, then you. He sighs, before speaking up. “Eh, money is money, I guess.” He shrugs, before taking the dress and money and walking off to the bathroom to get changed.

Huh. That was easy.