You're the One - Part 1 || Greta Van Fleet

Chapter 92: Christmas Eve - Part 1

The Next Night

"I have nothing to wear." I sighed, lying back down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Josh giggled to himself, lying down next to me.
"You can wear whatever you want, you don't have to go crazy. You'll look beautiful in anything." I felt my cheeks burn as I peeked over, smiling back at him. 
"I just want to look nice." I sighed.
"Well, we can quick go out and get you something if you want." I shook my head.
"We're not gonna go out on Christmas Eve, I'll just have to.. work with what I have." He leaned over, gently kissing my cheek.
"Whatever you wear, you'll look great. Don't worry." He said softly.

I got back up and went over, digging through my clothes again, emptying out my bag on the bed.

"Here.." He said, sitting up, grabbing my clothes. "We can wash these." I laughed, shaking my head, pulling them back.
"You're not doing my laundry, Josh." He smirked back at me, his cheeks burning.
"I'm just trying to help." He said softly.
"I know, and.. thank you. But.. I'll figure it out, it's okay. You go get ready. I don't want to hold you up. I'll figure something out." He hesitated, but eventually nodded, getting up.

"Okay.. I'll come back once I'm done. We'll go together." He said, flashing me a smile. He reached out, gently touching my cheek. I felt my heart beat faster, biting down on my lip.
"Okay." I sighed, smiling back. "Thank you." He leaned in, gently kissing my lips before heading back into his house. 

After I heard the bus door close, I sighed, plopping back down on the bed. I did have an idea of what I could wear, but I really hadn't thought about it since that night. Leaning over, I reached into the drawer of my end table and pulled out the black dress Jake had gotten me that night at the hotel. I had never felt more beautiful than I had in that dress, but maybe it was just because it was from him.

I wished I was going with him. I'm sure he was going to look so handsome tonight. I felt my heart start to beat faster. Maybe if I wore the dress he got me, that would get his attention...

I quickly got changed, slipping on the dress and twirling around in the mirror. It really was beautiful, but I had forgotten I couldn't reach the zipper on my own. Hopefully Josh would be back soon. I cleaned up as best as I could, brushing my hair out, and pinning back one side to dress it up as much as possible.

I finally heard a knock at the door. I quickly went over to open it.
"Oh, good, I need your help with-"
"Hey.." Sam said, now looking me up and down. My cheeks burned, a smile escaping my lips.
"Oh.. it's you." I said. He was wearing a white button down with a maroon suit jacket and pants to match. "You.. you look.. great." I managed, now feeling flustered. He shoved his hands into his pockets, his cheeks turning bright red.
"Oh, this old thing?" He giggled, spinning around. "Just something I threw on."
"I'm sure.." I said, unable to take my eyes off him. He noticed, leaning in close in the doorway, smiling back at me with dazed eyes. I quickly snapped out of it, turning around.

"Oh, um.. could you help me?" I asked, motioning towards the zipper. "I can't reach it."
"Sure." He said, reaching down. My heart started to race as I felt his fingers gently glide up my spine.
"T-thanks." I said softly, turning back to him, my cheeks burning. He smirked back.
"You look.. amazing." He sighed, holding his stare on me, moving closer.
"Thank you." I said, leaning in. His cheeks got redder, his eyes moving down to my lips.
"Jess, can we.. talk about last night?" He asked quietly. I nodded.
"Yeah." I sighed, gently reaching up and grabbing onto his jacket. His smile grew.
"W-what did you want to happen between u-"

"Jess?" I heard from behind us as the bus door opened. I sighed, quickly moving away from Sam. He stared back, his face dropping as Josh made his way over.
"Hey, what are you doing in here?" He asked plainly.
"Jess just uh.. needed help and I was right outside, so.." Sam shrugged. Josh nodded, looking back at me, his eyes moving down to my dress.