8. no tomboy dressing

True to her words, Willmar had appeared in front of Phoenix. She did not knock for her to open the door.

Since Willmar was the only one who was that close to her, Phoenix had given her an extra key. She used that to enter without announcing her entrance.

"Here I am!" Willmar yells into Phoenix's ears causing her eyes to fluster immediately. She glared at her friend with daggers in her eyes and demanding for an explanation.

"I didn't want to bother you, so I used the keys instead," Willmar explained herself and waving the keys in front of her friend. She pulled Phoenix to sit up straight in the long couch and made her way onto it.

Phoenix stared at her in awe. She could have just sat in the other one.

"So..., How have you been?" Willmar asked her friend as she tried to put Phoenix's head on her laps. But the later refused. Willmar did not give up and still continued to plump Phoenix's head on her laps. She finally agreed.

Phoenix got comfortable on her friend's laps. She wanted to. Not even in her latest memory did she remember somebody being this caring towards her.

But...she had fresh memories of her and Willmar. It was back in Uni. They would sometimes skip lectures and go to clubs to party. Mostly which she was forced to go.

She took a glance of her friend and shut her eyes very tight. Willmar would be getting married next week. She was engaged to the love of her life. Phoenix never believed anything as that. Well---Willmar proved to her that love is real.

Her and Freddie have been in a relationship since the beginning of their university years. They managed it through upon all the criticisms they faced.

Willmar was a mafia, she was described as a hooligan. Specifically, her tattooed arms. Willmar had tattooed her arms of dark circles. No writing, no drawing. She too was a shark in her own sea. Her stepmother took control of the house when her dad died. She took everything not leaving her a penny. She had to work three different jobs a day to sustain herself. At a tender age just like Phoenix, she had to work for to feed herself.

Everything became normal when she turned eighteen. She was able to go to court to show them the actual will that her deceased father left.

"Baby, are you alright?" Willmar asked while brushing Phoenix's hair with her hand. She then touched her friend's jacket and began to unbutton it.

Phoenix starred in her sleep. She had dozed off in that split second and in a different world. She did not daydream. That was unlikely of her.

Phoenix never went to sleep and ever dreamt about her life. How she was managing in life or how her crazy dad was doing. And she never thought of love as well. Maybe she would meet her knight one-day or not.

How come?

"We need to get out of this place." She finally opened her eyes.

"I won't be coming here often after next Saturday. We need to cherish the days left!" Phoenix stared at her with an unfathomable expression.

"What? I did not say anything wrong," Willmar defended herself from any attacks. Phoenix crossed her arms in front of her and continued to glare at her friend.

"You need to chill girl,"

"I will go nowhere," Phoenix stated her answer.

Willmar pulled her body off hers and up the staircase they went and into her room. All the laziness had disappeared.

The place was all white. The bed and it's sheets and everything in there. Phoebe did not like decorations and did nothing to her room. It was like a hotel room.

She then began to undress her friend.

"What are you doing?" Phoenix held Willmar's hand that was about to pull down her jacket.

"We're going to 'All Night Long' and...you need to put on something exclusive,"

she told her and pulled the jacket off her. That was a club on one of the lanes. It was somehow close to Phoenix's flat and she never went there except when she was forced to. Willmar moved to the white long sleeved shirt. She unbuttoned it as well and pulled it off her body.

Phoenix allowed her to do it since Willmar had not seen her nude self before and she wouldn't dare.

Willmar pulled down the trousers as well. Phoenix was left in her underwear and vest only, that was covering her small chest. Her red lacy bra showed in the white vest.

Willmar stared at her friend's little body and held in her laughter.

"Has your body ever felt hot or your nipples becoming hard before," Willmar asked and burst into a hearty laughter. She covered her mouth with her palm to prevent herself from laughing even harder.

Phoenix left her friend to go into her walk-in closet. Willmar was already dressed and she needed to get into something. She picked two hangers containing clothes. One was a black hooded tank with the other also a black joggers. She then walked out to show them to Willmar.

Willmar who had already made herself comfortable on the queen-size bed got off immediately. Not because her friend wouldn't like the idea of her being on the bed but because of the set of clothings she had in her hands.

"What the h*ck!"

Phoenix set the clothes on the white couch and began to dress up.

"No no no...no tomboy dressing!" She yelled and snatched the hooded tank that Phoenix was about to put on.

"You need to look like the CEO I know. You are not going out with me in these!" Willmar eyed the clothes as if they were some sh*t. She went into Phoenix's closet to put them back and get her what she needed.

Willmar nearly gave up on her friend. After the survey in her friend's closet, she walked out with a saddened face. All the happiness had disappeared.

"What the f*ck!" She placed her hands on her small waist and cursed.

"What happened to all the clothes we went shopping for?" She demanded for an explanation.

Willmar usually would pull Phoenix every Saturday to go shopping. She would shop for all kinds of clothes for her friend. She would replace her closet with new set of clothes every Saturday.

What in the world happened to all those clothes?

When Willmar went in there, she saw suits, hoodies, sweatpants and a few jeans in there.

This friend of hers really need a man in her life. She needs somebody to tell her how beautiful and sexy she would look in a slip.

"You know I don't like those ones," Phoenix brought up an excuse.

"That's not an excuse to not dressing all hottie!" Willmar said almost yelling at her friend.

"Come on," She pulled Phoenix with her out of the room. They went downstairs into the storerooms.

Willmar knew those clothes were gifts and there was no way her friend would get rid of them.

True to her words, the clothes she shopped for her friend every Saturday were all neatly packed in one of the storerooms.