Die for us

Where did you learn to do that?

Bryn’s POV –

I arch an eyebrow at Tattiana as I fix up my shirt. “Jane Smith?”

Tattiana nodded, standing up from the edge of the bed.

“It’s the best I could come up with. And you know…I’m happy you don’t hide out all the time.”

“What do you mean?” I cock my head to one side.

“Like, people know you around here but they don’t know you’re Bryn. If no one knew you at all it’d be hard to explain everything and people would get suspicious.” Tattiana made hand gestures as she spoke, walking towards the door to exit my room.

“Oh.” I replied, nodding my head as I fixed the blankets on my bed. “Yea I guess you’re right.”

“OK…well pick out an outfit for the viewing. It’s in four days and who knows who you might meet right?” She winked playfully before walking out of the room and down the hall.

I laughed to myself, always trying to set me up with someone.

I check myself out in the mirror standing across from my bed. I was wearing a black tank top with capris and converse. Just casual and collected.

I sit on the end of my bed and bring my hands to my face.

“’Who knows who you might meet right?’” I say mimicking Tattiana’s voice. I stare at myself in the mirror.

“Let’s hope it’s not him.”

Jason’s POV --

Chris leaves to take Jazmyn to school with Damien. I’m stuck with Megan for the next half hour or so.

I sit on the couch, flicking through the channels on the TV, trying to find something good to watch.

“Do you have anything to wear for the viewing?” Megan was speaking while walking down the staircase.

I shook my head, still flicking through the channels when Megan stepped in front of the screen.

She was wearing lingerie, I’m guessing her and Damien had a good time last night.

Megan ran her hand through her hair, I’m not going to lie she was hot; I licked my lips as she made the gesture.

“Can I pick out an outfit for you? I’m picking one out for everyone else.” She brought her hands down to her hips, resting on one side.

I stared at her body before making eye contact. I smirked, “Why don’t I just wear you?”

“Ha ha, that’s cute Jason. Seriously though, I’m picking out your outfit.”

I shrug, rolling my eyes at the same time. “Whatever do what you want.”

********************************************* Day of the Viewing *****************************************************************

I’m in my room fixing up my tuxedo. It was more laid back for a tuxedo though. The only thing that made it seem to “classy” was the cloth hanging out of the front pocket, which I thought was stupid as fuck.

I fix up my hair, it was swayed back in an almost “Johnny Bravo” style. I pulled it off, hell I can pull anything off.

Chris came to the door, “Bro, we’re leaving in five minutes.” He said and walked out.

I nodded, knowing it was too late for him to notice, still fixing the collar of my shirt.

When I was done I looked over myself one last time before walking out of my room and down the hall.