avery → h.s

part fifteen

"Right. See you later Aunt Bea!" Clara said in a very cheerful voice at last. We're already done with the shopping. Knowing how professional is Clara at this stuff, she could pick a perfect clothes for Diana without even double take while on the phone.

To elaborate, this is what happened earlier:

I just grabbed a leather jacket, because the colour's attractive. And she said, "That belongs to a fourteen year old boy, Ave, drop it."

Seriously, I know I'm dumb at fashion - well mostly at all things - but I should be offended with her comment at my interests.

Diana, on the same page as mine, being lectured by Clara on how to pick a high quality shirt. "First off, before you pick a shirt, pay attention on the colour. Is it too dull? Is it fashionable? Is it trendable?"

"I'm not sure if trendable is even a word," I pointed her while frowning. This girl's taking some serious shit at this stuff.

"Oh, yes it is, Ave, face it." She quickly glowered. Then she's going to be like, "Oh my gosh, you did? How fascinating!" to my mom on the phone.

For the love of Clara..

Diana and I decided to ignore her, but apparently, when the two of us agreed to buy a simple black and white laced dress, she - again, protest about it. "No, uh-uh! Put it back. It looks like it was made thirty years ago."

"Vintage. We love it!" Diana argued. Clara narrowed her eyes to her. Within seconds, we put it back.

My eyes are finally landed on a girly pink blazer that would fit to Diana, but before I even walk towards the blazer, Clara grabbed me by my wrist. "Avery, not happening. I know you think I would like it, but I don't. Seriously, that blazer isn't classy at all."

God damn it! I was only looking at that piece of sh-

"Aunt Bea! Oh please, I won't ever do that if I were you."

Again.

"The last time we went to a clothing store you weren't as professional as this, Clare." I groaned in frustation as I ruffled my hair.

She grinned as she took my phone off from her ear for a while. "I learned. From my personal stylist,"

"You have a personal stylist? What are you, a model? Actress?" I bewildered. In my knowledge, hiring a personal stylist need loads shit of money.

All of a sudden, she laughed to herself. I was going to think she has gone crazy, but seeing my phone glued to her ear, I remember. She was talking to my mom. "God, that's awful. Your boss sounds so terrible."

My mom's boss. Of course they were discussing that topic.

Clara turned to me. "It's actually just someone who teach me how to dress fashionable and comfortable at the same time," She shrugged, as if it's not a big deal. "Come on, let's go to the cashier."

Actually, I was silent for good five seconds because I don't recall her picking a dress or even a shirt to the shopping bag. When I looked down to her hands, I could see load of clothes she already picked. I frowned. "Clara, don't you think it's too much?"

Before she left me, she smiled genuinely. "These are for Diana. I don't want to hear her being called as an outcast or a nerd again. She's going to standout."

The smile begin to crept up my face as I thanked God because I have a really nice friend. She was utterly bossy the first time we walked to this store but turns out she had a good intention in her mind. No wonder why everybody loves her.