"Stefaaaaan," I whined toward the direction of the dressing room, "Hurry up! I wanna see!"

His muffled voice floated up over the top of the dressing room door, "Yeah...I don't think so."

I rolled my eyes. "Why not?"

"Because I feel like an idiot," he complained. I could hear him readjusting the clothes I had picked out and made him try on.

"I'm sure you look fine. Please, Stefan. We don't have all day," I said, all business.

I heard him groan in frustration and then swing open the door.

He was wearing the pink shirt and khaki shorts I had shoved into his arms before I shoved him into the dressing room. And he looked adorable. I covered my face and beamed at how cute he was.

"Stefan..." I began, "You look...SO ADORABLE!" I burst out, taking him by the arms and turning him around. He rolled his eyes in mortification but allowed me to spin him like a dress form.

"I mean, you make just the perfect frat guy. Did you know that? Were you ever in a frat?" I kept on, smitten with my adorable best friend and super excited about the wedding I was planning on crashing with him.

He stared at me in horror.

"I'm taking this off and then we're going to burn it," he stated dryly, spinning on his heels and heading back for the dressing room.

I caught him by the arms and pleaded with him, "No no no, you see, if we're going to crash this wedding then we have to look the part!"

He raised an eyebrow, "Couldn't we just compel people to believe that we're friends of the wedding party?"

"But where's the fun in that?!" I argued, "Come on, Stefan. Please...for me?"

He stared at me with his clear green eyes and a smirk on his face. Then he sighed deeply and threw his arms up in defeat.

"Okay, okay. Let's do this," he grumbled, going to change back into his clothes.

I beamed and clapped happily then continued to talk as he changed, "Now, we just need your boat shoes and my entire outfit. We'll be doing good to get done shopping before it's time to leave!"

Stefan emerged from the dressing room in his regular gray v-neck and dark jeans. He shoved his clothes in my direction.

"Here, you pay for these. I think I've been humiliated enough," he grumped, but the smile in his eyes let me know he was being playful.

"Of course!" I agreed happily, smiling as I watched him walk back out into the sunny afternoon.

"So, do I get to dress you now?" he asked as I walked out of the store and back out onto the sidewalk to join him.

I slung his bag of clothes over one arm and looped my free arm through his.

"Hmmm, I don't know," I considered, "I don't know if I trust your fashion instincts, Stefan. I mean, did you even SEE what you were just wearing in there?"

He barked out a laugh and lunged for the bag of clothes I carried. I giggled as he failed and then snuggled up under his arm as we walked to the next shop.

Yeah, this was going to be a lot of fun.