don't blame me [eli "hawk" moskowitz]

TWENTY-TWO. BECAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS ME

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: BECAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS ME
❝ all valley ❞

     HELPING Miguel pick out an outfit to wear on his not date with Sam was proving to be harder than Molly thought it would be. The boy couldn't seem to find anything that he thought was good enough and his room was now officially a mess. Molly sat on his bed as she kept attempting to assure him that his clothes were fine but it was no use.

"Miggy, if you don't choose something to wear I will literally shave your head," the girl said after half an hour of going over the same ten outfits. "The second outfit is the best one."

"I just feel like it needs a different flannel," Miguel sighed as he dropped down onto the ground. "I can't find that red and blue checkered one."

Molly's eyes widened at the boy's words as she looked up at the ceiling, whistling innocently. Miguel looked at her accusingly as he stood up from the ground.

"Wait, did you take it?" He questioned with folded arms. "Is that why I haven't been able to find it for weeks?"

"Miggy, I'm going to be very honest with you right now," Molly said as she set her hands on his arms. "I took it weeks before Halloween. I literally wore it in front of you so many times."

The Diaz boy dramatically gasped as he stared at his best friend.

"How could you?"

Molly fondly rolled her eyes at his dramatics, sitting back down on his bed. She told him to grab everything he needed for the date and to get ready as she got her things together. The two left Miguel's apartment heading to Molly's so that Miguel could help her pick out her outfit as well. The boy proved to be much less judgmental when it came to helping Molly pick an outfit. He had nothing but nice things to say about what she pulled out compared to the negative remarks he made about his own clothes.