The next day, the costume committee had brought the necessary materials needed for the king and queen. Muslin, hot glue, cardboard, paint, everything that Caden had listed down, they were all in the classroom laid in front of him. He first started with the queen's gown. They bought a white dress that fitted Mary's figure. It was perfect. Now all he had to do was glue down the embellishments that his sketch asked for. It was kind of an easy task, really. Caden looked at the piece of clothing in front of him like a true fashion designer. He would occasionally burn himself with the hot glue gun, and some of the pieces wouldn't stick, so he would take a needle and some thread and sew them onto the dress.
All in all, the queen's gown only took three days to make. The headpiece was the only thing left to be done, but the other members of the committee could handle that.
"I'm leaving this task to you. Just try to stay as close to the sketch as possible. I'm going to start making Oliver's costume. Tell me when you have any questions." Caden instructed them.
That Thursday, Caden started doing Oliver's top. It was particularly difficult as the white king's costume was more elaborate. He cut out shapes from cardboard and tried to make shoulder pads with it. He was successful, but the later parts proved more difficult. He couldn't glue anything to the satin coat that his members bought. It wasn't their fault, though. It was Caden's misjudgment that brought him this problem.
"I'm gonna have to sew these while you're wearing it. Is that okay with you?" Caden asked his model.
"Sure. But don't poke me, okay?" Oliver replied.
His request wasn't followed, though. Turns out, sewing silver embellishments on sleeves while worn was extremely difficult. Not only that, but it was also time consuming. Juggling the sewing with academics was very hard. Caden would clumsily put his needle in too deep, with a corresponding twitch from the other boy.
"Caden! Do that one more time and that sleeve's going to turn red!" Oliver exclaimed.
"Sorry! This is too hard, you know!" Caden replied.
Caden couldn't keep going. His fingers were going numb, turning slightly purple at the tips. He couldn't take it anymore. His hands seized up, not wanting to take another job of pushing a needle through thick layers of applique.
"I wish I had my sewing machine with me. This would have been much easier." Caden whispered.
"Can you bring it here to school?" Oliver asked.
"I could, but it's heavy and only plugs in to 110 Volts. The sockets here are all 220." Caden replied.
Oliver thought to himself for a second, seemingly weighing some things in his mind. He looked at Caden's hands, his fingers that were red and bruising.
"Well..." Oliver spoke.
"..."
"Why don't we do this at your home?" Oliver asked.
Caden looked up at his best friend, surprised by his question.
"Um. We can. But you might have to go home late. Is that okay with you?" he asked.
"Of course. My mom can pick me up. She knows where you live anyway." Oliver replied.
"Oh. Okay. When do you want to come home?" Caden asked.
"Later after class. We gotta finish this costume fast." Oliver replied.
It was settled then. Later that day, Caden brought Oliver over to his house. When they entered the house, Louise was, again, watching T.V.
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Those Damn Dimples (BL)
RomanceA lot of Caden's later years were spent with the absence of his father, a man whom he had always wanted to feel by his side. He longed for his father, to feel safe in his arms when he's in peril. The man was always abroad, working. Caden had conside...
