Stereotypical

XXIII | They, Who Were Drifting

"Me, Myself & I"

- G-Eazy x Bebe Rexha

Guys. I mixed some 7UP with apple juice and V8 juice and I kid you not it smells and tastes like Fruity Pebbles. I have never been so pleased.

Something you won't be when you read this chapter hahaha

"Doesn't she look beautiful?" Parker's mother clapped excitedly.

From my classy updo all the way down to my polished toe nails, I felt like a Barbie doll. Not only did she insist that I go to the fundraiser, but she also made me try on every dress in her closet. Before that, Mr. Winston had stacked my plate with more food than I could even consider finishing and refused to move until I'd eaten every last bite.

I was ready to pop in a white dress that looked as expensive as Parker's car. Which he wasn't allowed to drive anymore, now that his parents were home. I'd laughed to myself at his expression as he handed the keys over to his father.

It was like telling a kid that the dessert isn't for them.

Now, it was his turn to laugh as I wobbled unstably in a pair of white pumps. A curled lock of hair fell in my face and I tried not to look miserable as I blew it aside. It took a couple tries, and even when the hair was away, I straightened my back and huffed when it fell again.

I was not a happy camper.

The dress was white and pooled at my feet despite the inch or so added by the heels. It was sleeveless with a lacy neckline, and hugged my torso snugly before loosening at my hips. I had yet to see myself in a mirror, but by the way Mrs. Winston had fanned her eyes rapidly when she first saw me, I couldn't have looked too bad.

Mr. Winston straightened Parker's tie and patted his back firmly. "You can get used to wearing this more often, young man," he said proudly. "From now on, you're going to be joining us in our trips and meetings."

Parker groaned. "Oh joy." Then he looked to me and gave a small smile. "You look comfortable."

I didn't reply. Just turned and let Mrs. Winston tie a white ribbon in my hair. When she finished tweaking and adjusting, she flashed me a proud, beaming smile. "Isn't this so much better than sitting home?"

Well...no.

"Here," she held out another piece of white fabric, "let's get a jacket on. Its freezing tonight."

I shrugged the jacket on and allowed her to zip it up for me. It was lacy and fitting, adding to my discomfort. I clasped my hands together in front of me and tried not to fidget as she applied a thin coating of lip gloss to my lips.

"There," she smiled warmly. "All done."

I gave a wan smile of my own. "Thank you."

"And you have the shorts underneath, right?"

"Yes."

Then she gasped loudly. "Oh, take that jacket off - I have something better!"

I complied and draped it over my arm as she hurried away. She ran surprisingly fast in a pair of heels, whereas I could barely hobble in them. Mrs. Winston returned a moment later with yet another white fabric in her hands. She unfolded it, revealing a cape.

"Wow," I said in awe as she undid the buttons and put it around my shoulders. She buttoned it up again and pulled the hood over my head. "I'm going to ruin all of this somehow and I'll never be able to repay you." I whispered.