Assassin

Fashion

"Well, the problems with your outfit now are the pink and red combo, the plaid and stripes combo, and the multiple patterns."
     
"Uh, what if i wear this baby blue button-up?" Ariella pulled said shirt from her closet.
     
"That's good. Now the socks. Either change pattern or make them unseen."
     
"Uhm..." Ariella searched her dresser and pulled out a pair of white thigh high socks. "What about these ones?"
     
"Perfect. Later, we can sort your closet and dresser. But now, I'll wait outside as you change." I started walking out of Ariella's room.
     
"Wait!" I stopped and turned back to Ariella.
     
"What is it?"
     
"Uh..." Ariella turned to her bed and dug through the pile of clothes on it. After getting to the bottom of the pile, she grabbed my clothes and shoved them at my chest. "Your clothes." She said, blushing and looking down.
     
"Thanks." I walked out of her room and into the restroom where I changed into my clothes. I guess she's really not used to talking to people if she blushed just by handing me my clothes. I wonder if she has any friends. Well, earlier, she did mention that she was bullied. I wonder if she still is...

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Oh my god. I thought as I was changing into the clothes that Brandon approved. Looking at all of the clothes on my bed reminded me of my sleeping conditions last night...and this morning...Oh god, I can not believe that I rubbed his thing with my knee! Even if it was unconsciously... Even this outfit. I subconsciously picked a pleated skirt that will most likely show off my lacy panties at some point...damn. And this shirt is too small for my tastes! I mean, it fits, but, it shows off mah bewbs and it might show my soulmate's nickname! What if 'Shadow' really was his nickname?! I can't have a friend, let alone a boyfriend. I'm a high level assassin. It'd be too dangerous. It'd be different if he could properly protect himself, but I don't think he can. He said before that his parents always made him study really hard, plus he watched anime when they weren't looking. Would he have time for fitness too? ... Oh, look at that. I'm already finished changing. I grabbed an empty backpack and walked out of my room and found Brandon on the couch in his clothes with my clothes folded up next to him. I saw his eyes widen a bit before his usual neutral expression came back. I played with my purse strap and avoided eye contact.
     
"Ready to go?" I asked him.
     
"Uh, what should I do with your clothes?" I blushed. I know that's not what he meant but still! "I mean, the ones you let me borrow. Do you have a dirty clothes hamper or...?"
     
"Yyeah, uhm just let me..." I grabbed the clothes and tossed them in my hamper before racing back. "There. Let's go."
     
"Okay." Brandon stood up and I grabbed my keys before exiting the apartment.
     
"So, here's the thing," I said as I was walking down the steps, "I don't have a car."
     
"So, bus then?"
     
"Pft. Hell no. That's so not my style." I lead Brandon into the garage and flipped on the light. "That's our ride."

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I stood in awe of the magnificent motorcycle in front of me. It was an alluring red mixed with a mysterious black. I heard Ariella giggle and she gave me the empty backpack before mounting the motorcycle. Oh my god that is hot. That pleated skirt is too short. She looks so bad ass. This is too much. Wait. Brandon no. Get a hold of yourself. Bad Brandon. I heard another giggle which snapped me out of my trance.
   
"Well come on silly head. We don't have all day." She giggled again and I put on the backpack. "Come on, behind me." I got on the bike and Ariella pressed a clicker, opening the garage door. "Hold on tight!" With a flick of her wrist, Ariella brought the bike to life and reared out of the garage. She pressed the clicker again to close the garage door and zoomed off. She pressed another clicker as we were nearing the gate and just barely squeezed through the small gap while the gate was still opening, never slowing down.
     
"AGH! Slow down! You're going to kill us!" Ariella merely laughed and sped on. It should be needless to say that we made it to the store quickly.
     
"Super Target?"
     
"Yup. You're not a noble anymore my good sir. Heheh." Ariella hopped off and looked back at me.
    
"Come on. I'm itchin for some coffee. And a good danish. What about you?" I got off of the bike and followed Ariella into the store.