I'd Give Up Forever To Touch You

Chapter 5

"Seriously, Jules? I'm not wearing this." Luke shouted from behind the red curtain in the dressing area. "Oh, just show us already." I shouted back from my place in one of the husband chairs. "Yeah, you big baby." Flynn grumbled beside me, I smacked her arm to silence her.

"Tell Flynn to go away. She's mean." Reggie said from the changing room beside Luke's. I looked over to Flynn with a pleading look. "Just for the first couple outfits, they're nervous." I whispered. "Am not!" Reg declared from behind the curtains."I am! Please, Flynn." Alex begged from the only remaining room opposite Reggie.

Flynn groaned and got up from her chair. "Fine, I'll go find them more outfits." She turned towards the curtains. "They'll need them!" Flynn shouted at them before leaving the changing area.

"She's gone." I told the guys. They all threw back the curtains and came out, looking relieved. I bit my lip to contain my laughter. Reggies shirt and pants just straight up did not fit at all, making him look like he was poured into it. The red t-shirt was easily a size too small, I wonder if he could breathe in that. The shorts, honestly I don't even know how he got them closed, I put you couldn't fit a single finger in between him and the waistband, they squeezed the blood out of the skin around his thighs, I'd hate to know how it fit around the rest of him.

Alex was looking displeased in the mirror, moving and turning to catch the angles of the outfit. He had tried on a light wash, almost white, set of jeans. His shirt was a pastel greenish blue, which, while a nice color, didn't do much for him. He looked a bit like an early 2000s boy and member.

Luke was in a black set of jeans with some rips along the legs. He was wearing a sky blue long sleeve shirt I had picked out, it matched his eyes really well and hugged the curves of his arms. It had three buttons at the collar, all open. "Maybe I should roll the sleeves." He said, to himself mostly, while looking in the mirror and fidgeting with the sleeves. "Don't do that." I responded a little too quickly, making Alex and Luke look at me through the mirror, Alex with a smile and Luke with confusion.

"It's just, you don't have any shirts with sleeves, it'd be a nice change for you. Plus, it's probably good to have the handful of days it gets cold here." I tried to cover, Luke looked like he had bought it since he went back to fidgeting at the clothes. Alex however, could always see right through me, it was almost as annoying as it was nice that he could read me so well. Reggie had returned to the changing room to peel off his outfit, hopefully.

"Reg, next time if something doesn't fit, don't feel like you have to force it on." I called to him as he grunted and clothes shuffled behind the curtain. "Noted." He groaned from the curtain, it wavered a little from the motion behind it. "Do you need help?" I tried my best to contain my laughter.

"I'm considering it." Reggie huffed, sounding exhausted already. Putting my palm to my forehead. "Alex, please, help him before he rips those pants." Alex nodded and disappeared behind Reggie's curtain.

My attention turned back to Luke, who was attempting to shove up the sleeves of his shirt. "Knock it off! The point of the sleeves is to wear the sleeves. I know it's hard for you to resist the urge, but you could try a little harder." Sitting up from my seat I walked to him, yanking the sleeves back down. "It looks better this way. You look good in long sleeves." I felt like a scolding mother.

A smile slowly crept to his face. "Looks so good you can't keep your hands off me it seems." His eyes dashed down to where my hands lingered on the ends of his sleeves, on his wrists. I snatched them back to my sides as Flynn came back into view with arms full of clothes. "Oh, that shirt looks pretty good, ghost boy. Try these." Flynn picked up the top ten things off the pile and pushed them against Luke's chest. He looked from her to me and back again, opening his mouth like he was going to say something. But he just turned and went back to his changing room, pulling the curtain closed.