reach for the clouds ✰ c.h

ii. CIRRUS

chapter two — cirrus
Latin meaning; a ringlet or curling lock of hair;
genus of atmospheric cloud generally
characterized by thin, wispy strands.

"Vi!"

"What?!" I screamed back.

"You need to get up and get ready for your first day." Del said, coming into my room.

"Don't wanna be late." She mumbled quietly, realizing I was already up. I rolled my eyes and sat up, letting out a loud yawn and stretching my stiff limbs.

My dog ran into my room and leaped onto my lap, greeting me with a light lick to the cheek.

"How come she doesn't love me like that?"

I kissed the top of her fluffy little head and scratched the auburn fur behind her big ears, smiling at her in adoration. Her tongue hung loosely out of her mouth as she panted, her big eyes landing on me.

I glanced back at Del and shrugged as Astrid curled into my lap.

"Please help me." I groaned. "I need to make a good impression." She looked at me expectantly, smirking.

I knew what she was waiting for. She does this every time I ask her to pick out clothes for me. She wants me to specifically ask her, word-for-word, for her to help me pick out an outfit. In a way, it's complimenting her.

She's a bit arrogant and will take even the smallest chances to be praised for her skills in fashion.

Too bad I'm not in the mood to flare her already huge ego this morning.

"I really don't know what to wear," I whined, trying again.

"Fine, I'll help." She unfolded her arms. "You know you can't resist my great fashion sense."

"No, I just need to make a good first impression."

"Yea, mhm." She rolled her eyes. "I guess I'll just go then."

"Alright, your fashion sense is cool, whatever," I admitted causing her to stop at the door. "Just help me pick out an outfit, dammit."

"Fine." She said. "But only because I enjoy doing it."

She walked back into my room towards the closet and began sorting through my shirts, pants, jackets, and shoes, throwing random articles of clothing across my bed.

I observed closely, hoping to get some insight so I wouldn't have to ask her again—even though I probably would anyway. She began separating them into two different piles, hanging the ones in the second pile back in the closet, then sorting through the first pile and matching items together, until she was pointing to 5 different, and I'll admit, great outfits.

I'll never know how she picks out more than one thing I'd like, but as I said before, fashion is her talent. She has this athleisure streetwear style—kind of thrifty, kind of 90s, kind of everything. I don't know how she pulls it off, and even though I've never truly admitted it out loud, I really do love her fashion taste.

"Now hurry up and get dressed. Don't want to be late on your first day!" She shouted as she left my room with Astrid in her arms, now leaving me all alone to decide on which outfit I wanted to wear.

She picked out three business casual outfits and two business formal ones.

After about 15 minutes of trying to figure out which fit I should choose, I finally decided to put on my black cropped sweater turtleneck with a pair of vintage green and blue plaid pants.