Outfits (Jalex)

9. Walk Like A Lesbian

A/N- IF YOU READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER (-8. </3) AND THE FONT IS ALL FUCKED UP I HAVE NO CLUE WHY THAT HAPPENED AND IM TRYING TO FIX IT BUT NOTHING HAS WORKED SO I APOLOGISE FOR WATTPAD BEING WEIRD. HOPEFULLY THIS CHAPTER IS OKAY!
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Jack is standing in front of his full-length mirror, in just his boxers. In one hand he's holding a pink skirt, in the other, a pair of dark denim jeans.

He knows he wants to wear his cute floaty pink skirt, but he remembers the note he got from P. Weezy yesterday.

He also remembers what Meagan had said. She told him to defy what P. Weezy had said, but he can't just do that.

He knows he should wear the jeans. Although part of him still wants to wear the skirt. He really doesn't know what to do. Does he go with what he wants, or what everyone else wants.

He feels like he's about to break down and cry, but then his sister walks in.

"Hey, are you almost read-woAH," May starts to speak but covers her eyes at the sight of her half naked brother and his horrifyingly hairy legs.

Jack sighs and sits down on his bed. "You're good with advice, help me," he talks to his sister with a shaky voice.

"Oh Jack, what is it now?" May sighs and sits down on the edge of the bed next to him.

"Well yesterday at school, P. Weezy-the dude who wrote the post about me online-basically told me to stop dressing like this," Jack fills May in on all the info.

"Oh, Jack." She sighs. "You have to wear your skirt, it's you. You can't change who you are for that twat."

"But, like, he's P. Weezy!" Jack puts up his point. And it is a pretty reasonable argument, to be honest. Trying to go against the words of P. Weezy is like being in a dictatorship and going against the words of your dictator. Okay, maybe that's a bit extreme, but you get my point.

"And you're Jack Barakat, my sweet baby brother," May pats his shoulder affectionately. "You have to wear your skirt, it's just the right thing to do."

"Are you sure?" Jack asks, his voice laced with worry. His eyes are wide and almost watery, he's just so scared of everything. If he wears the skirt he's going against the advice from P. Weezy, but if he wears the jeans he'll disappoint Meagan, Alex, and Tay. Jack doesn't want to do either of those things.

"Of course I'm sure," May replies. "I wish you weren't so insecure," she sighs. "You gotta be more confident, boo. You can't let people get you down so much."

"I know," Jack replies, hanging his head.

"But dude, you've gotta wear the skirt, that's like, your thing!" May tells him. "That's like if that Wet Pretzel dude came to school without eyeliner or his gang, or something."

"Did you just disrespect P. Weezy?" Jack asks, in shock. "You can't do that! That's like assassinating the president, or being a part of the Westboro Baptist, or wearing crocs, or liking Blood On The Dance Floor!" Jack goes down his list of the bad rankings. "Okay, maybe liking Blood On The Dance Floor is worse than disrespecting P. Weezy, but you still can't do it!"

"But he's a dick," May tries to argue.

"But he's P. Weezy!"

"Just get your bloody skirt on and get to the fucking car!"

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"So why haven't you asked Jack on a date yet?" Tay asks, almost in a desperate tone. She can see the two boys obviously like each other and it pains her that they're not together.