How to help a shopaholic (nanowrimo13)

Step 10

Redesign old clothes

It sure as hell was horrible living without going shopping but Matty tried his best to distract me. This morning he came into my room loaded with various huge bags and different fabrics under his arms. I gave him a funny look when I averted my gaze from the book I was currently reading. He looked a bit stressed and seemed to have trouble holding all the things together, yet I took my time walking over to where he was standing. Then I took half of the bags and placed them in front of my feet before helping him with the rest of the stuff. "What in the world are you doing with all of this? Did you plan to rope a bank but ended up in a crafts store?" I joked. He rolled his eyes "No, duh! This is for you. Our next step is redesigning old clothes to make them look amazingly new!" He waited for me to cheer or jump or something I guess but when he figured his words would get no happy reactions out of me he sighed and let his shoulders fall down. At this sight I couldn't help but laugh and surrendered "Okay, okay fine. OH MY GOD THAT IS AMAZING! How did you come up with this genius idea?" He cracked a smile at my fake enthusiastic voice "Whatever in the end you will love me for having this idea! Do you have some old clothes that can get dirty with paint and stuff?" My eyes widened a bit at his question "NO!" He turned around towards the still open door and pointed in the direction of my clothes "You have a room full of clothes which is as big as a living room of some families. Most of those clothes you don't wear anymore, yet you don't have any clothes to make dirty?" I nodded to confirm his words. "Okay, I will get you some of mine!" he answered and then walked out of the room. 

As I was rummaging through the bags something suddenly happened to hit my face and as I looked up I saw that Matty had thrown a pair of sweat pants and a white t-shirt at me. "Hey!" I exclaimed but he had already closed the door. I quickly got out of my dress and changed into his clothes. They smelt like him which nearly drove me crazy because he was one of the best smelling guys I knew and even though they were a bit too big for me they felt comfortable. From now on I would always steal his clothes that was for sure! I knotted the shirt at the level of my belly button and threw my hair up into a messy bun. Then I slipped into a pair of flip flops which were lying around my room and walked out. When I didn't spot Matty in the hallway I walked into my closet and there he was rummaging through my clothes.  "What are you doing?" I asked when he didn't happen to notice me clearing my throat. He looked up "Looking for clothes we can redesign. But I believe you know your closet better than me so maybe you can look for some!" I rolled my eyes and walked over to him "No shit Sherlock!" I went through the different boards full of clothes and pulled occasionally a piece out. I always threw it right over my shoulder without looking but I was sure that Matty was right behind me and when I heard him growl from time to time because a piece had hit his face I knew I was right and couldn't stop the smirk reappearing on my face. After another dress must have hit his face and he had growled he asked annoyed "Are you done already?" I turned around a smile on my face. "Yep!" I answered happily pooping the 'p'. He was loaded with clothes and it looked kind of funny how a top would hang over his head or so. He let out a long sigh before asking "Where are we going to do this? I believe you don't want any kind of paint on your floor in your room!" I gave the thought a minute and then responded "Okay, I guess the dining room is best for it!" He nodded and handed me the clothes before walking over into my room and grabbing the bags. When we had placed all the things on the dining table and had put a plastic sheet on the ground and over the table we looked through the different pieces. "So what do you think about turning this dress into a top?" I asked Matty holding up a short silver dress. I turned around and gave him a questioning look and noticed that he was looking at me "Hold on a second! Where you just checking me out?" I asked playing shocked. His cheeks heated up but he also raised his eye brows "No. Well not really, I just thought that my clothes fit you really... good!" At this I couldn't stop the smile creeping onto my lips and quickly rolled my eyes "Whatever, so what do you say about the dress?" He looked at it blankly for a second and looked as if he had spaced out. Then he realized I had asked him a question and quickly nodded "Sounds good to me! So let’s start designing." I wanted to ask him if everything was okay with him but he took out scissors and handed them to me "Here you go! Maybe you want to hold it in front of you or pull it over to see where to cut it?" I nodded and quickly pulled it over my head. Obviously it looked sexy as hell with the arms of the white t-shirt looking out under the straps of the dress and the sweat pants making my hips look like an unformed mess but it was just for the cutting so I didn't care. I let out a long, hurt sigh before placing the scissors at the top. I mentally counted to three but before I could start cutting I jumped back, hold the scissors away from me and screamed "No!" Matty gave me a confused look and I quickly explained "I cannot do this!" He rolled his eyes and held his hand out so that I could place the scissors on his palm. As he brought them back into position I pinched my eyes shut and let out a whimper. "Done!" I heard Matty say and opened my eyes to see him holding a piece of silk in his left hand, the scissor in the right one and my dress gone leaving a top which ended just above my lap. I let out another whimper but Matty just punched me into the shoulder "Come on! Stop acting like a baby. I have got a great idea for your shirt!" I gave him a doubtful look but still let him pull me over to the table where a black t-shirt was spread all over it various kind of colors next to it. I believed that the shirt was from Gucci so whatever he had in mind I would protest. "So we will just take a brush each, pick some colors and spread them all over the shirt, okay?" he explained but I shook my head "No way! This is from Gucci, any idea how much it costs?" He shrugged "Well I bet you have thousands of black shirts in your closet and it will look way better afterwards. Apart from the fact that you decided to redesign it by yourself." I sighed in defeat and picked up a brush "Okay, but only white, turquoise and pink!" He nodded and then we started throwing colors at the shirt. I had to admit it looked pretty good afterwards. And we too because we happened to get paint all over us. It was fun creating those clothes with Matty. When I was busy painting some white shorts blue Matty wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me and pressed his hands flat onto my belly. I shrieked when something wet came into contact with my skin and looked down to see that he had his hands were full of green and red paint. I narrowed my eyes at him before quickly coloring mine with the blue color and pressing them on his back. That's how we began to throwing paint at each other and pressing our hands onto each other’s t-shirts. When there was no empty space left we tried to catch our breath when I came up with an idea. "Don't move! I have an idea" I told him before picking up a brush and drowning it in red color. Then I walked up to Matty's back and signed my work of art. "What did you do?" he asked me curiously. I shrugged "I signed it with my name."

"That's cool! I want to do the same. Hold on a second" he told me and grabbed a blue brush. Once he was done he placed the brush back on the table and had a grin all over his face "Well we look really awesome I would say!" I nodded and looked down my body. The knot in the t-shirt was gone and there was no empty white space on it. I managed to not cover the pants to much yet there where some splashes in between. I knew he wouldn't get the paint out of his clothes anymore. As if he was able to read my thoughts he laughed "Don't worry, Tomson! I don't want them back so it is okay that they look like that." I let out a sigh of relief and cracked a smile too. "Let's keep working, shall we?" Matty suggested and I nodded.

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After five hours of total work we were done and looking at completely new clothes right in front of us. I had to admit they looked pretty good and the idea was genius. Matty handed me a glass of water and smiled "They are pretty good, huh?" I sighed "Well I guess they are okay." For that I earned a punch into the shoulder and laughed "Okay, okay they are amazing! Just don't want to push your ego too much." He laughed and then pulled me into a hug "See, that is a way better way to get new clothes! I am proud of you by the way. You didn't try to go shopping for two days already! We are getting forward, Sammy." I couldn't stop the shivers from running through my body, or my stomach doing backflips, or my knees getting week or my skin tensing up under his touch.