*Warning* Contains loads of swear words.
"JESS! Come here!" Cass yelled.
"Why?" I yelled while I swiped through the friend requests on Facebook.
"Just come, you couch potato!" She yelled back.
"Fine." I said, as I kept my phone on the lamp table beside my bed and walked towards her room.
"Now what?" I asked, when I got to her room.
"Which one looks better?" She asked, holding two outfits I never knew she had.
On one hand, she had a knee length red strapless dress, which had a heart shaped neck, along with a black coloured short jacket.
Now, you guys are gonna be like 'aren't you poor? How can you have all these dresses?'. To remind you guys, I had said we are poor, not we were poor. So, we had bought these dresses when we still had a fair amount of money.
Back to her outfits. So, on the other hand, she had a white coloured top with light blue torn jeans along with a see through white full sleeve jacket.
"The top and jeans." I said, my finger hovering over my chin.
"Hmm...I thought so. Anyways, what're you gonna be wearing?" Cass asked as she kept the other dress in the cupboard.
"I dunno. I'll just put a random top and jeans." I shrugged.
It's just the art museum. The paintings are the main attraction, not me.
"No you won't. This time I'm gonna be choosing an outfit for you." Cass said, hands on her hips.
"If you want to." I spoke, uninterested.
"Wait just a sec." She said, as she shuffled through her closet.
"Hey! I have clothes too in my closet," I reminded.
"They're all too plain and nothingy," She said, still looking through her dresses.
Geez, a way to be blunt.
"No they aren't." I defended my clothes selection.
"They clearly are." She said, still looking through her dresses. I huffed. Ok, so my clothes selection might be plain and simple, but they definitely are not 'nothingy'.
"This is the one for you." She declared, pulling out a dress I didn't like at the first sight.
"Cass, we're just going to the museum. That's too fancy." Me being the Whiney I am, whined.
"It's not. And you're gonna wear this now." She ordered.
She's so bossy.
"Not a chance." I said, openly denying her orders.
"Oh, you dare defy me?" She asked.
"Yeah, I do." I said, getting ready for a war, a war of insults. Now don't ask how I knew that, I just saw that mischievous glint in her eyes which simply meant war. I'll just give you a brief about it : We insult each other or basically just call each other awful names which might or might not be weird.
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