Facing Death (FINISHED)

Chapter-9

Getting ready for a party was like going through war. I had asked my parents if I could go, which they said yes, but on one condition. My brothers had to approve of the outfit, and had to meet Asher. I got a little nervous, but I didn't worry to much, mostly because I threatened every one of them to be nice. They agreed only because I told them I would take their games and throw them into the pool, not because it meant a lot to me as their sister. Insert roll of eyes here, please and thank you.

I had my closet opened and the boys were rummaging through it, picking out my outfit. They all had different ideas on what I should wear, so they thought it'd be a good idea to pull an outfit out each. Brandon was still looking through my closet while the other three just sit there with cloths hung over their shoulders. White and black were the only colors of clothing I owned, so if Brandon thought he was going to pick something different, he can keep dreaming.

"Come on, Bubby! I don't have that many cloths, why are you taking so long?!" I whine, hearing three sets of snickers behind me.

"I found it!" He yells.

"Found what?"

"The perfect outfit."

"That's debatable."

"You guys show yours first, I wanna show mine last."

"I go first!" Jack yells, his voice leaving my ears ringing. Taking his off his shoulder he lays it down nice and neatly as if he was about to take a tumblr picture. He had picked out a pair of white, high waisted jeans with a dark grey crop top that said, 'My big brothers have been to jail, they ain't afraid to go back,' in bold letters that they wrote. He also had a pair of black converse laying in the floor.

"I like it, but not for this occasion. Sorry, Bub." I say, a small smile etched on my face as I remember when they made the shirt.

"Me next," James pipes up, moving Jack's outfit out of the way. He lays down a black off the shoulder top and some black jean shorts. He also had that paired with a white scarf, some white bracelets, and white vans.

"I love it a lot, but still not right."

"It's okay, 'Lil Bug. Kyle, you next." James said, taking the two outfits-his and Jack's-to the closet where he put them away nice and neatly.

"Alright, let's get this over with." Sighing, Kyle threw down a black tank top, not to low cut but just enough to make the mind run wild, with its lace around the breast and the bottom. Beside it he threw down a pair of black legging that hugged my waist and framed my butt. Then, he threw the only pair of heels I own down, they had the fabric, laces, and the rubber of army boots, but they were formed into a three inch heel.

"I will always love those boots, and this outfit, but I still don't know what's missing..."

"Oh, goodie! It's my turn!" Brandon squeals like a school girl while holding the cloths behind his back. "Turn around!"

As instructed we all turn around. I here a few rustling sounds before a thud. We all chuckle at the groan that quickly follows the noise, before we control ourselves and wait for Brandon to let us turn back around. After a few more minutes, finally he tells us to turn around, and when I do, I know I have the perfect outfit.

Laying on my bed, was a pair of leggings, my favorite ones, had the fabric lace into upside down stars, almost looking satanic. It looked like high waisted shorts with straps that formed an upside down star and ending jus above the knee. All around it was different witches symbols, different Latin words. Beside that, was a pair of studded combat boots, with skulls at the end of the laces. Beside of that was the only dress I owned. It was a simple style, with thin straps and then flared out the times to but, with laces in the front, almost as if a corset was on ackeards. The amazing part about it was that it was black and white, with a picture of Jack Skellington on the front.