manage me, i'm a mess // a.g

10. "that makes about as much sense as nailing jell-o to a tree."

~ ERIKA ~

"Hey Fred?" I asked my friend as we drove out of Starbucks after our meeting with half of All Time Low a few hours after we got there. We all ended up having a full meal, as well as the anticipated conversation. Rian and Jack were really nice guys. 

"Yes?" Freddie replied, snapping me back to reality. 

"Help me pick an outfit for tonight?" 

"I thought you'd never ask," he grinned, and we headed to the shopping mall. 

"Okay," Freddie began. I could feel a lecture coming up. "You wanna look hot but not like a baby prostitute. You wanna try hard but not look like you are."

"That makes about as much sense as nailing Jell-O to a tree." 

"It's the art of fashion, Ari, you'll learn someday." 

"Whatever, color me beautiful."

"You don't need me for than, hun."

"Stop it, you're making me blush," I said, dramatically feigning flattery. 

"Would you mind a dress too much?" he asked, ignoring my remark. 

"Yes!" 

"How about a romper?"

"What in God's name is a romper?" I asked, but when I looked over at him, he was already holding one. It was a sequined strapless dress, only the bottom part was closed, like shorts as opposed to a skirt. "No way, Freddie, I'm not wearing sequins to a moshpit." 

About two hours of him suggesting countless outfits and me blatantly refusing to be seen in them, I was one 'no' away from asking Dylan to pick me an outfit. And that would result in a clear breach of the 'not looking like a whore' rule. 

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "I have an idea. You're all for statements, right?" 

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"I'm thinking pairing up this baby," he pointed at a metallic lilac skater skirt, "With gray Converse and this shirt," he said and gestured towards a black tank top with a skeleton hand on it. "The skirt is the representation of hot, the shirt is the fitting in part, and the shoes are taking the prostitute look away from it." 

"I like your thinking," I smirked at him. 

"I know, I'm quite the fashion genius. Now go on, try it on!" And I did as he told me. "Don't look in the mirror yet. Let me be your judge first." 

"Is that really necessary?" I groaned. 

"Yes! Now hurry up." I walked out of the changing room wearing the top and skirt Freddie told me to wear. "This is perfect! We're taking it. Okay, you can look now." 

I looked in the mirror, and I must say I was quite pleased with my outfit. Freddie bought it for me as what he called a 'retribution for a wonderful brunch with two wonderful people', and we drove back to the hotel, where Dylan was most likely anxiously waiting for us. 

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~ DYLAN ~

"Where on Earth have you two been?" I asked angrily as Freddie and Ari walked through the fancy doors and into the room I was sleeping in.

"We could ask you the same thing, babe," Erika said. "I woke up and you were gone."

"Fine. I went sightseeing with a girl I met last night." 

"Did you fuck her?" 

"Possibly."

"What about Flo?" Fred piped in, enraged.