[Frank] Not good enough for the truth of the cliche [Iero] Part Eighteen

It's in the results!
Liar, liar,
Pants on fire,
The pills go down and
Get you higher, baby...


In the mall, once again. In the same old stores. I honestly, really, totally hate clothes shopping.

"Right, we need something that's going to accentuate your good bits, and gloss over the not so good... that's the main trick with shopping. I always choose stuff that covers the tops of my arms..." Celeste chattered, dragging me into one store.

"Why, the tops of your arms are fine..." I said lightly, wondering why she was worrying about something so trivial. I had it much, much worse, or so I saw it.

"I have a thing against them." She shrugged. "So what do you not want to be showing too much of?" She asked.

"My tummy, and my thighs." I said quickly, and almost automatically. "That's the parts I really hate the most."

"Right, I have a good idea." She grinned. "This is going to be the ideal outfit for you, I promise." She smiled, before turning, and walking off through the store.

Two and a half hours later, and we had the "ideal" outfit, and I was stood in my room, with the whole thing on, grinning.

"Celeste, have I told you lately how amazing you are?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"But I will take that as the ultimate compliment." She smiled, twirling in her own new outfit, which she had bought as a "treat".

I was wearing:




It actually looked good, because the dress pattern took away attention from my stomach, and I had good ankles, which looked good under the skinny jeans, the tops of which were covered by the top, thus hiding my thighs, and the shoes lengthened my legs considerably, making me average height.

I'd put on some of my own jewellery, and Celeste was convince I looked good, with my hair in it's natural curls, and only my fringe straightened, so it didn't frizz. I'd put on some eyeliner and some mascara, and a little light-blue-almost-white eye shadow, but nothing too over the top.

"That is going to have effect." She grinned. "And now, we wait." She smirked, flopping down on a wicker chair I had in the corner of my room.

"But Celeste... Aren't we supposed to be there in fifteen minutes?" I asked, slightly confused.

"Uh huh." She giggled, and I got the distinct feeling that I was missing out on some vital notice I should have gotten.

"So, don't we need to leave pretty much now to be on time?" I asked slowly, wondering if I was making myself look stupid.

"Ah, but Laura's told everyone else to be there in fifteen minutes, meaning that dinner won't be ready for half an hour. It's deliberate, this means that we can come in late, but still be on time really." She explained quickly, and I nodded.

"So we're basically going for fashionably late?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Yep, it's much more likely to get Frank's attention, even though everyone's going to be quite dressed up, apart from Bel. She didn't get the memo." She giggled mischievously. I couldn't help but laugh.

I really should be a nominee for world's worst sister.

"I know, I know, it's such a shame." She said, managing to stop with the laughter.

"So basically, nobody told her?" I confirmed, and she nodded.

"It'll make you all the more stunning." She smiled. "And honestly, you look gorgeous." I blushed a little, and smiled.

"Thank you for helping me out." I said shyly.

"thank you for giving me an excuse to do more shopping." She answered, grinning, and re-coating her lip balm.

"No problem. Any time, if you get me looking like this." I smiled.

"Oh, I will." She grinned, before glancing at her watch.

"Hmm, I'm thinking we should actually start moving now. Grab your bag, and remember you look like a princess." She smiled, and I did as I was told, feeling more confident than I had in a long while.

We went down the stairs, and out, me locking the door behind us. I assumed that Bel and Frank had gotten ready at his place, as I hadn't seen either of them since the morning.

We drove to Laura and Gerard's place, singing along to the Misfits on the car stereo.

When we eventually got there, Celeste opened the door and walked clean inside, not bothering to knock or ring the bell.

"We're here!" She called, as we went inside, and into the sitting room.

"About time!" We heard Laura call from the kitchen, and laughed. Bob came over, and kissed Celeste, before dragging her to sit down, whilst I took a seat next to Nikki, who was holding Mikey's hand. There was a guy next to me, who took my hand, and I assumed this was my date for the evening, he grinned, and I winked back, to show that I understood what was happening.

Gerard was busy telling a story about when they were younger, much to Mikey's embarrassment, and everyone was laughing softly. I got the feeling that I was being watched. I glanced up and saw Bel's eyes on me.

She scowled, and I noticed she had a plain polo shirt, and a pair of loose fitting jeans on, obviously trying to fit in with what the other usually wore, when everyone else was in half-decent attire.

She looked away when my eyes met hers, and made a small "hmph" noise, before turning her head away, then I heard another small cough.

I looked in the direction of the owner, and met Frank's eyes with my own. He smiled lightly, and looked as if he wanted to say something, but at that moment Laura called out "Dinner time!".

We went to the table in the kitchen, and she pointed out places.

"Right, Gerard, there, Bob, Celeste, Nikki, Mikey, Matt, Rebecca, Frank, I'm there, and Belinda, you're next to Gerard." She said, receiving a scowl from Belinda, who had obviously clocked that she wasn't going to be next to Frank.

I sighed, sitting down, as 'Matt' took my hand and kissed it lightly. It was going to be hard stuck between these two guys all through dinner.