So you think you're bold huh?

Pathetic

A/N: Eat your school, stay in drugs, and don't do vegetables:D

Dream's POV:

"Alright, boys!" I came out of my closet wearing a dress and platformed boots. Karl and Quackity hollered so I stuck a few poses then broke out into laughter. It was a short black dress with a corset that had lime green laces, it didn't have any sleeves so I put a green shirt on underneath. "Just be glad I'm not wearing my fishnets, you'd be dropping dead from heatwaves by now," I joked and clipped a thick choker around my neck. "You're not seriously wearing that to the party? You look like you just popped out of a Halloween store," I smirked. "That's the nicest thing you've said to me all week Nick," 

Karl started laughing in the silly giggly way he does, then ran to my closet to pick something out. "If you're wearing a dress, I am too," My face lit up while he dug through the copious amounts of clothing I had. I really did shop a lot. Damn.

"OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE A MAID DRESS??" I started laughing and walked over, "you should wear it," he smirked. "Bitch, I will," Karl slipped his clothes off, then I helped him put the dress on. "Oh my god, you're keeping that it looks way better on you," he smiled up at me. "Thanks, man," 

Quackity popped up behind us. "I want to wear a dress! You guys look so sexy," I smirked and pulled a white skirt out of my closet, "this will look amazing on you," He put it on over his shorts and did a little twirl, then tied his t-shirt so that his belly button was showing. Quackity's fashion sense is questionable, but I applaud his confidence. "You look hot Quackity," Karl smirked and dice rolled over to him. "My turn! Dream, make me cool like you," Bad told us, I got super excited because I've been trying to fix his wardrobe for years. "Wait, you're serious?" I asked, he nodded. "But this is a product of peer pressure and I will be suing the school," I started wheezing and a red dress with a lot of confusing black straps, then a red and black jacket with a hood. I did his eyeliner while Karl picked out shoes for him. "Bad, you have never looked better," I told him while standing back and admiring my work. Karl held his hand out to give me a high five then handed Bad my chunkiest boots. I wondered if he'd even be able to walk in them. "You guys are such weirdos," Nick said while laughing.

I shot him a look, "come on! You have to get ready too!" Karl grabbed his wrist and pulled him up off my bed. "Yeah!" Quackity dug around in my closet and found a black skirt, it was leather with a few buckles and straps, and kind of the same style as his. "Oh my god, I just thought of an outfit wait a second," I pulled a long-sleeved black crop top off of a hanger, then picked up a white cropped top with short sleeves and orange flames spray-painted along the bottom of the shirt. "Here!" Nick groaned.

"No way, I'm not wearing that!" He protested, "what?! Come on, we're all wearing dresses!" Karl complained. "Yeah! Look how cool we look," Bad struck a pose and smiled his sweet smile over at Nick, who groaned in response. "Fine! Fine! But I'm not doing this for you! I'm practicing being comfortable in my sexuality and gender identity," he yanked the clothes out of my hand and walked into my bathroom to change.

I smirked and grabbed a leg strap from my dressor and knocked on the bathroom door. He poked his head out of a crack in the door with an annoyed look on his face. "What?" I held up the leg strap, which he reluctantly took, and slammed the door in my face. 

I walked back over to Karl and Quackity, who were checking themselves out in the mirror. "How is your mom going to let us go out dressed like this?" Quackity asked. "She's not, we're sneaking out through my window duh, I'll just tell her we're staying over at Nicks or something," they both nodded, and shortly after the door to my bathroom swung open.

Nick walked out with a blush on his face, "don't say shit," he muttered and pulled his skirt down a little. My jaw dropped. "Oh my god..." Karl said in an admiring voice. I snickered, "oh my god you're so sexy," I joked and grabbed the half-full can of coke on my dressor, then took a sip of it. The carbonation was still now, which is gross, and I'm pretty sure it's been sitting in here for a whole week now. My rooms and huge ass mess, but whatever.