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after a long debate, luke ended up paying for the two outfits.

luke told phoebe that since he picked them out for her, he should pay. phoebe told luke that since she would be wearing them, that she should pay.

soon after, they found themselves in some shop for boys that looked nothing like luke's regular black-on-black style. phoebe didn't mind.

phoebe could tell luke was not going to enjoy this, but he only gave her one guideline. no jeans, and there were no jeans in this store.

she began to walk around, inspecting all the choices she had for luke. some coral khakis, maybe? or a shirt that practically screamed 'rich white boy' because it had that whale print on it.

phoebe chose a couple of brightly colored pants for luke to try on. she wasn't sure if she had ever seen his calves without black material covering them, but phoebe would see them today. she grabbed a couple shirts too, one with the logo of the shop on it, another dark red button up, a few others too. she even snatched a pineapple shirt that made bile rise in even her throat.

she placed them on luke's arms, who practically grimaced by just touching the clothes. phoebe gave him a sweet smile, leading him back towards the changing rooms.

ten minuets later, luke was already upset at the first outfit. "phoebe, i am not walking out dressed like this," luke whined.

phoebe laughed. "now you know how i felt."

"this is different tho! you looked really good in those clothes and i defiantly do not look good in these."

phoebe frowned. "it's just me luke," she mocked, but she was being honest. luke shouldn't care what she thinks.

"it's not you, phebs. it's me."

phoebe didn't know how to respond exactly. "luke-"

"you don't have to say anything."

it was quiet for a moment, and phoebe felt really really bad. this had been so fun, why did she have to ruin every good thing in her life? "luke, just change back into your clothes. it's fine, i don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

luke swished the curtain open just as she finished speaking, walking out in his black outfit.

"did you even put it on?" phoebe asked, honestly a little angry.

luke nodded. "i could barely look at myself for more than five seconds. i took it off after that." his voice was flat and embarrassed.

phoebe's anger melted. "i'm sorry luke-"

"don't be," luke coughed. "let's go get some fro-yo, huh?"

-

an hour and a half later with no more awkward encounters and just plain fun, luke dropped phoebe off at her house.

"thank you again, it was really fun," phoebe said, unstrapping her seat belt and grabbing her bag from forever 21.

"yeah, we should uh, do it again sometime," luke nodded. phoebe looked over and smiled vaguely at him.

"um, okay." phoebe opened the door and began to scoot herself out, but she wasn't sure if she should hug luke or shake hands or whatever. phoebe decided against it. "well, i'll see you monday then."

"guess so," luke sighed. "bye."

phoebe slid out of luke's car. "bye. oh, shoot!"

luke chuckled, placing his hands on the bridge of his nose playfully. "oh, what am i gonna do with you," he teased.

"yeah, yeah," phoebe groaned, not knowing how to say goodbye now. "okay, uhh...," phoebe waved her hand at luke.

"goodbye, phebs," luke finally bided, and phoebe nodded her head along with a curt smile.