My good friend...Rorke!?

"Holy Shit Man!" One of my best friends, Rorke Blazeman, had a big stupid smile on his face as he sadistically viewed me and my humiliation. "When I told you should ditch the old-timey suits, this is not what I meant." Rorke laughed thunderously as I stood there blushing angrily.

"Rorke," I growled. "What the hell are you doing here!?"

His laughter died down. "Can't a bro just come to see his BFF?" He placed a hand on my shoulder and I glared at him. "Alright, fine. My girl Ingrid had some awesome new threads she wanted me to try on so she asked me to come here to model them for her adoring fans." Rorke stepped back and spun around. He was wearing a plastic see-through jacket with a black wifebeater shirt underneath that said 'PRICELESS' on the front. His pants were brown with flecks of gold along the legs that mounted a pair of suede shoes.

I grunted. Rorke had to have been the only person in the world who appreciated Ingrid's ostentatious taste in clothing. He loved to stand out too much. I really did not need this right now because despite Ingrid's tacky design, Rorke's handsome features and bulging muscles that were clearly visible in that jacket were drawing in a crowd of swooning girls with camera phones.

Dammit! I really don't want to be in any of those pictures just because this idiot is standing next to me. Maybe I could shame him into leaving. "It's too bad Sage doesn't appreciate your taste in fashion Rorke. Just one more reason she has not to like you." I knew it was a mistake as soon as the words left my mouth. Sage was Rorke's longtime crush and childhood friend. Even though they have known each other for years, their relationship hasn't gotten past the point of consistent bickering. Needless to say, my friend was none too happy about my statement.

"Hey ladies," before I could even apologize to Rorke, he took my one free arm and tossed it over his shoulders as he waved over the girls with the camera phones. "get a couple of shots of me and my buddy here." With Bridget holding down one arm and Rorke holding the other I was powerless to stop the girls from taking as many pictures of me as they pleased. My cheeks flushed red and Rorke raised two fingers to give me bunny ears behind my head.