Rogue Squad

Surprise, New Wardrobe

"Mom have you seen my baggy sweatshirt?" I yell, running around our suite in my white towel, freshly showered.

"Which one?" She asks.

I roll my eyes and continue to search, "The really comfy one that I like to sleep in all the time? It's navy blue."

Mom pops her head out her bedroom door. She has a guilty smile and her eyebrows are knitted closely together. Her odd face tells me she knows exactly what happened to it, and I'm not going to like the answer.

"I think I might know which one you're talking about..." She disappears into her room.

A moment later she comes out with her hands behind her back, hiding something. I really don't like the look of this. I step up to her and place my hands on my hips.

"Now don't get mad Lucia...."

"Just show it to me mom."

Slowly she complies, taking her hands from behind her back. My jaw falls to the ground. There is my sweatshirt, all paint stained and dirtied. Are you kidding me? My favorite sweatshirt?

"What the hell happened!" I complain, reaching out and swiping my sweatshirt from her.

"Well you see, Trinity wanted to paint her room, so naturally, I offered to help."

I glare at her, cradling my once favorite clothing item, "So you decided to use my sweatshirt when you went to paint?"

"Well it looked ratty and over used. I just assumed that it was one of your bad ones..."

I sigh, walking over to the trash can. I lift the lid, shoving the sweatshirt in. This is just my luck.

"So now what am I going to wear around this place?" I ask myself.

"Well to compensate for destroying that one, I did go out and buy you a few more sweatshirts, shirts, shorts and pants..." Mom says from her door.

I turn to her and raise an eyebrow, "You went shopping for me?"

She nods. I slap my face with the palm of my hand. There is no way this is going to turn out good.

"They are girly, aren't they...?" I complain.

I hear a small giggle, followed by footsteps walking away from me. Lifting my head, I notice my mom descending into her room. I slowly follow behind her, scared of what's about to happen.

Mom rummages through her closet and pulls out four huge shopping bags. I give her an confused look as she places them in front of me. She went out and bought all these things for me? I'm starting to think ruining my sweatshirt wasn't an accident...

She gets down onto the floor and pulls out a few things. First is a short sleeve white shirt, it's a little loose and is on the longer side. If it wasn't for the shape and design I might have mistaken it for a dress due to the length of it. Next she pulls out these thin looking sweatpants, judging by the looks, it is going to be skin tight. Lastly, she pulls out a jean jacket that's sleeveless, so it could be comfortable.

"I think this is what you should wear today!" Mom says giddily, like a child in a candy shop.

Surprisingly, I don't hate it.

"Well it seems girly, but at the same time not..." I point out.

She smiles, "That's exactly what I was trying to do! And you will love these leggings. They may look tight, but they are super comfortable! You can wear them almost anywhere!"

"Leggings?" Is that a new invention?

Mom sighs, clearly disappointed in my lack of girly-ness, "They are the pants... Just try it on."