Prom Committee

Losing to the Enemy

"Do you not have anything cute in your closet?" Layla asked.

We were in my bedroom for a solid twenty minutes and it honestly looked like a tornado went through it. She was throwing clothes left and right leaving piles on my floor. I wasn't sure what she was searching for, but whatever it was apparently I didn't own it.

"What do you mean? Everything in my closet is cute," I replied.

"Oh yeah, cause this really screams cute," she mocked holding onto a blue shirt with a bedazzled pink butterfly.

"Hey," I grabbed the shirt from her, "I use to love this shirt a couple years ago."

I held it out to observe it and then realized that Layla was right. I don't have that great of style, especially back then.

I threw the top back on the floor and sighed.

"I feel like everything that you have is so basic," she stated.

I rolled my eyes, "No, not everything."

"Okay, what about this?" she questioned turning towards me holding a floral dress.

I scratched the top of my head, "Lay, that's too much. It's classifying itself as a date dress."

"Exactly," she grinned.

"For the last time it is NOT a date," I muttered.

"Okay fine," she said hanging it back up in my closet.

I crossed my arms, "Can I just dress myself?"

Layla laughed, "No."

"Why? Last time I checked I'm not a toddler Lay," I declared.

She sighed and sat on my bed, "Fine, but I already know what you're going to pick out."

"I doubt that," I chuckled.

Who did she think she was? She may be my best friend but it's not like she can read my mind.

I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of black leggings out of one of the drawers.

"I'm gonna change in the closet," I uttered.

"Weirdo," she giggled.

I walked into my closet, took off my pajama pants and threw on my leggings.

I explained, "I'm just trying to make it a surprise."

"Okay, but I'm just telling you that I already know what you're going to wear."

I started digging through what was left hanging up in my closet. I found a plain black tank top and put it on.

Now the last thing I needed to make myself comfortable was a hoodie. And luckily I saw my favorite beige one with an embroidered smiley face on the left side of the chest.

I felt like I dressed the part of this not date. I was comfortable, cute, but not too fancy. Literally all we were going to do was shoot baskets, so I didn't want to be overly dressed.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Yes."

I stepped out of my closet, faced her, and did a little pose.

"Ta-da," I grinned with jazz hands.

She stood up and retorted, "I knew it. I knew you were going to pick that. That's usually your go to outfit when you don't know what to wear."

"Well there's nothing wrong with it. Besides I like it."

"I know. You look cute, for your "not date" Tar," she chirped patting my shoulder.