The Last Project | Lams |

6 - Ready

|Laurens|

Oh, goodness. This is unbearably tight. I look at myself in the mirror, wearing my outfit. I pull at my shirt. I should've gotten a bigger shirt.

I jump when I hear the door open. It's Alexander. "Oh, hi. You scared me. Does this look good?"

He looks at me up and down. "Yup. Great, actually. You're definitely gonna charm the Schuyler."

Was he being sarcastic? "Seriously?"

He nods. "Yeah. Completely serious." I don't believe him.

"Doesn't it look too tight?" I ask, looking down at myself. I pull down in my coat, trying to loosen it.

"If it's uncomfortable, I can give you mine. Mine is in a bigger size. I tried mine on, and it was too big. Perfect, right?"

"Yeah, I guess." I chuckle. I take off my coat.

"Uhm, I'll go get my outfit." He leaves the bathroom. I continue to take off my clothes. I quickly do so, putting on my old clothes.

After a few moments, I hear Alexander on the other side of the door. "Ready?"

"Uh, yeah." I answer, making him open the door. He's holding a small pile of folded clothes. He hands it to me.

"Here." I gently take the clothes and I hand him mine, although it's not as neat as his pile.

"Thanks, man." He nods before leaving the bathroom again. I put on the outfit.

I can smell his cologne. It's nice. I look back into the mirror.

This feels much better. I quickly fix my bun before leaving the bathroom. I assume Alexander is in the other bathroom getting changed.

I sit down at the couch and I take the remote, in the coffee table. I turn on the tv, watching football.

My favorite team isn't on, but who cares? Football is football, no matter.

|Hamilton|

Who am I kidding? Mine fit me perfectly. Just ignore the discomfort, Alexander. If only Laurens got the right size. He probably wasn't paying attention due to his anger at the moment.

I look at myself in the mirror. Would I look more the theme if I put my hair in a ponytail? Ugh, but it always gives me a headache.

I take the hair tie on the sink and I tie my hair up.

I open the bathroom door to see Laurens sitting on the couch, watching football. I silently sit next to him.

He looks at me. "You look stiff. Something wrong?" He asked, leaning back against the couch.

Ignore the discomfort. "Oh, it's fine. I'm fine. It's okay. Hehe..." Goodness, that is not convincing.

Laurens looks at me for a bit longer. "Alright. Whatever you say." He continues to watch football.

I hope this doesn't rip at the ball. "How much time left until the ball?"