𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦 [Christopher & Matthew Sturniolo]

Wᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ Bᴜᴢᴢ.

ꜰʟᴀsʜʙᴀᴄᴋ

Sᴇɴɪᴏʀ Yᴇᴀʀ
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Taylor Withlock

Matt could've told us about the party earlier, I have no idea what to wear and I'm pretty sure Paige is currently stressing over the fact that she wasn't notified of this at least two weeks before the actual thing happens, so she could be sure of the costume she wants to wear. Just like sibling's telepathy I hear steps coming in my rooms direction.

"Taylor, help me, I have no idea what to wear and the party is today," she whined "Do you have any idea how hard it is to look amazing in short notices?" she ran her hands over her face in annoyance.

"Paige" I try to gain her attention.

"Costume parties are the only time that you're allowed to wear short stuff without judgment" she continues.

"Paige?" I called again.

"Seriously, they should've told us in-"

"PAIGE" I cut her off with a shout and she jumps from the loud noise.

"If you wanted me to die of a heart attack, congrats you almost made it" she says with a hand on her heart trying to calm down the wild, uneven beatings. Dramatic as always.

She lays in my bed besides me trying to think of costumes to wear, while I went to look for some good ones on the internet, passing through some ideas.

Angel and devil? Too basic. Velma and Daphne? Boring. Pirates? So corny. Powerpuff girls? Elizabeth already has a costume so we would be missing one Powerpuff.

After some time looking for costumes I got bored and turned on my side to talk to Paige. "So..." I said dragging the 'o' to catch her attention "Any good ideas on your side?" I mumbled trying to look at her phone

"None, I think we should ditch this one" she said in a annoyed tone, also locking her phone to focus on the conversation happening.

"Well, we can't because we promised Lizzie we would help her out, remember?" I recalled the night before.

"Oh, yeah, who agreed to that?" she said, shaking her head in dismissal of the idea.

"You did"

"Yeah but I'm stupid, why would you in your sanity let me do that? Terrible move from you" she replied judgmental as if it is a natural task to me to get her out of problem.

It is.

"I'm not even going to argue with you" I tried to ignore her jokes "Just try to come up with something" I said while getting out of the bed and checking my nightstand to look at my drawings for some costume inspiration.

"The party is tonight, more specifically in..." she pauses to look at the time on her phone "Eight hours" she finishes with a worried look getting up from the bed too "I have no ideas and by now I should be thinking what my makeup will look like" she just kept complaining nonstop "And the cherry on the top is the fact that there's no good costumes at this time of the year so basically we are screwed" she finishes her stressed rambling with a huff of air, blowing the strands of hair that fell to her face as she was pacing around the room trying to think of a solution.