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One week. CM
I know. I remember -BS
Did you remember to get a suit yet? CM
Of course -BS
Meaning you remembered but haven’t done it yet, right? CM
[no reply]
Good. CM
Good? -BS
Come over when you can. CM
Bobby sighed and flopped back against his bed. Of course he remembered about the suit, but being able to get one was another matter entirely. He’d been thinking about the dance practically nonstop since Crowley had agreed to go with him. Bobby wanted it to be nice, mainly because Crowley had become more and more excited with it as the night drew nearer. The teen lay there awhile longer before picking up his phone again.
Right now okay? -BS
Perfect :) CM
Shifting his cap on his head, Bobby hauled his bike out of the garage and headed over to Crowley’s house just a few blocks away. Leaning his bike against the side of the house as he usually did before knocking on the front door, Bobby couldn’t help but wonder what Crowley wanted him over for all of a sudden.
The heavy door opened just seconds later to reveal a smiling Crowley inside. “Hey,” they greeted each other briefly before Crowley stepped aside to let the other teen in. He tugged him down the hall by the wrist once Bobby had removed his shoes, and then ushered him into the bedroom at the end of the hallway.
“You gonna explain why I’m here?”
“Sure. Just give me a second,” Crowley replied, clearing a few things away from a full length mirror hanging on the wall. He then turned to his closet and pulled out a suit, holding it out to Bobby with a grin.
Bobby looked back, confused for a moment before taking the hanger and looking over the suit. “This is...”
“For you.” He paused a beat. “I sort of guessed at your measurements, so it’s probably off a bit, but we can always alter it some if needed,” he explained, gesturing with his hands a bit. “But um, I thought you’d want to try it on.”
Bobby hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yeah, okay.” He slipped into the adjoining bathroom and changed, still a little stunned that Crowley had gotten him a suit. It was a little big here and there, but that was expected since the measurements had been approximate. Looking himself over in the small bathroom mirror, Bobby ran a hand through his hair before heading back into the bedroom.
If Crowley’s reaction was anything to judge by, he looked good. The shorter teen moved him in front of the mirror so he could see the whole thing. “Wow. I mean... yeah. The sides are a bit big but I can fix that myself really.”
“You can?” Bobby asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
“Sure,” Crowley nodded. “I guess I never mentioned it, but I can sew pretty well and do a few other things regarding clothes. I asked my mother a favor and she made this one,” he said, settling a hand on Bobby’s shoulder.
“Oh, your mom’s a tailor, right?”
“Mmm,” Crowley confirmed. “She taught me a few things here and there.” He settled his hands on Bobby’s sides and rested his chin on his shoulder, though he had to stretch a bit to do so. “Do you like it?”
Bobby leaned back against him lightly, still not used to the closeness between them, but it was a good kind of unfamiliarity. “Of course. Of course, how could I not?” He grinned at him through the mirror. “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble though.”
“I know darling,” Crowley said, stepping away and shrugging lightly. “But I’m the one who wanted to go in the first place. Figured it might sweeten the deal a little for you.”
Bobby turned and abruptly wrapped his arms around him. “You’re a pretty sweet deal just by yourself. But... thank you.”
Crowley was startled by the gesture, usually being the one to initiate hugs or anything else for that matter, but he melted into it nonetheless, enjoying the moment until Bobby pulled away blushing lightly. Smiling up at him, Crowley nodded and cleared his throat. “Well uh, I guess I’ll fix this up a bit so it’ll be ready by next week.”