Project Fuckboy (girlxgirl)

You look familar

**picture is Daniella's outfit**

It was the night before the first day of school, and me and Ryan were picking out the perfect outfit for both of us.

I went through the my whole closet looking for the most Fuckboy esque outfit. Dont's get me wrong, my closet was a 15 year old teenage boy's dream. I just wanted to blow everyone away on the very first day of school. I have to pull both Nova's and Derek's attention somehow. Looking and dressing hot as fuck was my full proof way.

"Ryan, quit sexting and help me!"I screamed frustrated at him. He spent 10 minutes sticking his phone down his pants and sending his thing to anyone that asked, they had to have a working penis of course. Believe me, both boys and girls pined after Ryan, so girls asked for the forbidden fruit as well. Ryan just ignored their requests though.

"Fuck you, Daniel. I'm just giving the people what they want." He says dramatically as if he was partaking in charity. I rolled my eyes and gesture towards my closest.

He sighs exasperated and throws his phone somewhere on my bed. He walks over to my closet, with a slight swagger in his walk. Sashaying his whole way over here.

He may not look gay, but he sure walks gay.

He takes several minutes looking through my closet, his mind focused on the fabric inside. I decided to take a seat on my bed, knowing it would take a while.

He would shake his head every once in awhile, and he rarely would take out an article of clothing, only to put it back.

Finally, he was done. His eyes had a scarily happy glint to them as he brought our several hangers.

He handed me a pair of black skinny jeans, that weren't too skinny. Then, a plain white undershirt. Following came a gray shirt that at the top had a few buttons. Ryan said to not button any of them, so you could see the whit shirt underneath. Next he gave me a plaid cotton blazer-hoodie type thing. Lastly, he handed me a light brown beanie and brown loafers to top it all off.

I eyed all of the items suspiciously. All I could think when I saw what he picked out for me was

Layers, lots and lots of layers.

Ryan could sense my hesitance, so he rolled his eyes then pointed to the clothing.

"Try it on before you judge it, fuck face"
He spoke with annoyance laced into his tone. I smirked up at him, someone is a bit sassy.

"Is someone having orgasm withdrawals?" I said with a teasing pout plastered onto my face. He gave me a deadly stare, warning me to not say anymore. I knew not to say anymore, because I'd probably get bitch slapped into a different universe.

I threw my hands up in surrender, and then started to strip. Yes, right in front of Ryan. Honestly, I've known him since 8th grade, and we are just that comfortable with each other.

I was in just just my underwear and bra when Ryan eyed me up and down.

"What?" I asked questioningly. "Is there something on my face?" I said pointing to my face, and running my tongue around my mouth.

Ryan just shook his head, and grabbed his bag looking for something. Can he be more annoying? Yes, yes he can.

He finally took something out of the bag and threw it at me. It hit me right in the face. I glared daggers at him, and he just innocently smiled in response. I groaned, and then looked at the white fabric on my carpeted floor.  I picked it up, proceeding to inspect it.

"What the fuck is this" I asked looking at it. It resembles a tube top, but I don't think I'd be caught wearing a tube top in 2016.

"For your tits" he replied bluntly, and I could a hear him mumble 'dumbass' under his breathe.