kilby girl [hs]

chapter 3

levi kilby

The rest of the week was pretty much smooth sailing, apart from a few hiccups involving Tate being in multiple classes of mine. I made sure to sit at the opposite side of the room from him but just thinking about how he was mere metres away from me made my insides churn.

I have a few classes with Drew, Harry and Zayn, which is good. We've been hanging out almost everyday at school. It's a nice change from being alone. They've been talking about another one of their upcoming gig, to which I was reminded multiple times that I had to be there and no excuse could keep me away.

Don't get me wrong I want to go but it's not me that gets to make that decision, it's my parents. After I snuck out last time I vowed to myself that it was never to happen again so the only way I can go is kindly ask my parents if I can go somewhere else and then sneak off to the concert. Which is technically not sneaking out because I'm allowed to leave the house.

Fast forward to now, Drew is currently sitting cross legged on my bedroom floor in front of my closet sifting through my clothes. She insisted on helping me pick an outfit for their gig tonight. She's looked through the selection my closet offers a number of times but continues sifting through hoping something new will appear but sadly I do not have a Hannah Montana closet so the same items pop up again and again.

"We need to go shopping one day" She drops her arms from the t-shirt she was looking at and leans back to lie flat on her back, "I mean how do you like this?" She flails her arms in the air in astonishment, before sitting up again to face me.

"It's not that bad" I say, but upon noticing her shocked expression I add, "Well, if you don't really care about how you dress, it's not bad"

"Well this is a fashion emergency," she waves her hands in a circle around my wardrobe. Standing up she walks over to her bag that's leaning against my desk, it's adorned with pins and ironed on stamps, "And lucky for you I brought supplies" She smiles before leaning down and pulling out articles of clothing, throwing them behind her.

I was a little nervous with Drew coming to my house, mainly because of her free spirited nature and my parents tendency to shove their opinions down everyone's throats. But they loved her. Not her outfit, but they loved her.

My parents both shared very surprised faces when they opened the door fully expecting a clone of Emily or Teagan but instead got someone completely different.

Confidence seeped out for her as she walked in, smiling at my parents and telling them how lovely our home is. My parents were definitely stunned, as neither Emily nor Teagan ever complimented something of ours or paid much attention to my parents.

They were quite caught off guard at the sight of her outfit as strode in wearing a short dark green mini skirt, a black halter neck vest top that buttoned down the middle along with heavy black Doc Martens, a few necklaces decorated her neck and army green knitted socks rode up just above her docs. 

"Ta Da!" she says as she pulls out a small off white coloured shirt that has dark green lettering reading "HYSTERIC GLAMOUR" across the top and "GET STONED" at the bottom along with a picture of a woman smoking in the centre. I look at her completely in shock.

"I-" She interrupts me as she pulls out a pair of forest green low rise cargo pants, holding them up in the air with an excited look on her face.

"I know it looks daunting but-" She drops the pants and digs back around to pull out black and white chunky trainers, "These will tone it down I promise" She notices the look on my face and instantly drops the shoes and shuffles over to kneel in front of me

"Hey if you don't feel comfortable wearing it you don't have to, I can easily help you pick an outfit from your closet" She smiles

"I mean I like it," her face lights up at my words, "But there is not way in hell i'm gonna be able to walk downstairs in that outfit and not be locked away in my room for the rest of my life once my parents see it" I tilt my head forward