Facade - Jacob Elordi

twenty-one

"It's a carnival, you don't need to dress up, girl," Lana said on the other line. I had shown her a few outfits over FaceTime and she declined them all.

"I have nothing to wear!" I complained as I held up a formal dress, throwing it down immediately in defeat.

"Charlotte, look at me," She demanded as I glanced up annoyed. "Get your denim shorts on and steal an oversized shirt."

"I'm not wearing their clothes!" I said a bit too loudly earning a knock on my door. "Great, you've summoned them."

I trudged to my door and opened it to a smiling Wesley, "Having trouble?"

"Yes, but it's my own problem," I said about to shut the door to go back to my call with Lana. Wesley stuck his foot in the door, wedging his way in again.

"If you want something comfortable, you can borrow one of my shirts?" He offered, earning a cackle from me.

"I can't wear one of your shirts. It's okay. I'll find something," I politely declined.

Lana's shouting voice bellowed through the speaker, "Yes! For the love of God give her a shirt so she stops whining."

"I'll be right back," He smiled as he walked down the hall. I ran over to my phone to scold Lana.

"Do you know how weird that is? I can't be wearing his clothes without someone saying something around here," I sighed.

"Why would someone care? We share all the time. Is there a reason why someone would patronize you?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"No, no," I lied. I still haven't told her anything about Jacob and I. It's been a couple of days and I'm going crazy keeping it to myself. "Actually, I do have something to tell you."

"I knew it!" She screeched as I hushed her.

"My door is open, Lana. I'll tell you after Wes drops off the shirt," I said calmly.

"I'm just saying I called it," She said proudly of herself for implying about Jacob and me for weeks now.

"I have this band shirt and this random company shirt. I think it was from an event way back in the day," Wesley admitted as he held them up for me to choose.

"Band shirt always," Lana chimed in. "Except if you don't know the band... then choose the other one."

I glanced to see if the band on the shirt was one that I knew. It was a black shirt with white writing on the front spelling out 'Fleetwood Mac'. I loved Fleetwood Mac, so it's an obvious decision.

"Fleetwood Mac, you love them! She'll take the band shirt," Lana answered for me before I could open my mouth.

"Perfect," Wes replied as he handed over the shirt. "I'll see you in ten."

I awkwardly smiled and grabbed the shirt as he left the room, "I can speak for myself, Lana."

"I know, but you wouldn't even have the shirt if I didn't speak up," She truthfully stated,

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes as I threw on the shirt. It wasn't too big on me since Wesley isn't a huge guy, but it was definitely oversized in a way. It landed maybe a half-inch above my shorts, letting the light-wash denim add a contrast to the dark shirt. It was clearly very worn in as the colors were muted, making it a dark grey instead of jet black. I'll bet he chose one of his favorite shirts to give me seeing how loved it's been. "Does this make you happy?" I spun around in the outfit.

"Very," She paused. "How about you tell me what so controversial about wearing that shirt? Did you sleep with Wesley? He seemed way too happy to let you wear his clothes."