Cherry Chapstick // Yellowjackets Imagines

Van - Skirt

"Are you done yet? We need to go!" Van yells at me through the door. I've been in my room changing outfits one after the other for almost 30 minutes.

"Yeah, almost." I yell back. We're going to a party tonight that some of Van's soccor friends are gonna be at. I've changed so many times because I couldn't find the right outfit. But, I think I finally picked something that'll work.

"Okay, come in!" I yell to Van. She opens my door, already impatient. "Woah, not what I was expecting." She says, looking me up and down.

"What? Is it bad?" I ask, looking down at it. It's a simple black skirt with a black lacy tank and chunky boots, I don't know what could be wrong with it.

"No, baby. It's not bad, you look beautiful. It's just, very..." She trails off, not being able to think of a good word. "Very what?" I sigh. "Very revealing, I guess." She told me.

"Oh, you think I look like a slut?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips. "I didn't say that, no i-" She stutters, making me immediately drop the act and start laughing.

"I'm kidding, love. I'm kidding. Do you want me to change?" I ask, laughing. "You're a dick. But, uh..no. If you're comfortable, then it's okay. You look hot." She tells me.

"Thank you." I smile, turning to my full length mirror and fixing my hair a little. In the reflection I see Van come up behind me, then I feel her hands on my hips.

"Were you trying to make me overprotective and jealous with this skirt?" She asks over my shoulder. "I have no idea what you mean." I smile and shrug. "Sure, baby. Good fucking thing everyone knows you're mine."