Kleinsen One-shots

6. Wearing Eachother's Clothes

I'm sitting on my bed, bored out of my mind. Evan won't be home for a few hours so I'm left alone to solve this stupid problem. I aimlessly skimmed across the room, my eyes just glancing at everything. Not focusing on anything peculiar, just anything that would be fun. I mostly have stuff for 2 or more people because I always have someone with me, I don't like being alone for an extended period of time... I'm like a dog. (W)oof.

I grudgingly sit back up, as if I didn't have the energy of a 5 year old kid on sugar rush in the middle of the night who bounces their leg to let some of it out to not wake up their entire neighborhood when they climb the walls... I can be very descriptive.

But then I get an idea: Evan's room. We decided to rent an apartment together, so we could still see each other but still live our daily lives. We thought living with your best friend would make our usually boring adult lives better and more fun. His room is basically right across from mine so if one of us needed help, we would have the other close by.

Back to what I was saying earlier, his room always has the strangest things, maybe something could cure my boredom. I waltz into his room and look around, scanning for anything that might catch my eye. I start to lose hope as nothing seems to stand out... until I land on his closet. Perfect. There's a possibility he could be keeping symbolic items from his embarrassing phases that he didn't tell me about and it sounds devilish to look through, my kind of party.

When I open his closet, it's not what I expected. Like at all. It's just a boring closet with clothes crammed in every inch of the closet, I can't even step inside without suffocating. It's a walk-in closet, c'mon man. I sigh as disappointment flows over me, now I'm just staring at his clothes with none of the excitement I had just a minute ago... maybe he has a dorky shirt! Yes, I might be saved. I being my search to find a hidden piece of clothing to bring up in a future conversation.

Aaand of course I don't find anything, he really is bland- okay that sounded way worse than it was intended. Wow I just insulted my best friend in one of the most hurtful ways, I'm a crappy friend. Well he decided to live with me, his fault. As I argue with myself, for no apparent reason a certain piece of clothing sticks out on its hanger. I pull it out to see if it has a design or something and it turns out to be a hoodie- at a size that is way too big for him. Why? I don't know.

It's so soft though, why am I just finding out about this hoodie? He's never worn it before, like ever. It doesn't even look new, it's definitely stretched out a bit at the sleeves and the strings are a bit... chewed? So he does bite his hoodie strings! I knew it. He always denied it but I knew it. I was about to put it back but, the thing is, Evan won't be home for a while: I could try it on. It just looks like the perfect hoodie. I debate for a moment but I just go for it and change.

It's so much comfier than I thought it would be, and I already had high expectations. I put the hood up and it feels like a security blanket that the 5 year old kid would have, it's remarkable. It's just a hoodie that-... Evan wore... I look down at it- and I can't believe I'm about to do this- and sniff it. It smells just like him. I breathed in his scent and I could just feel my cheeks heat up. I go to a mirror and- yep I'm blushing.

I look at myself in the mirror and not going to lie, I look cute as shit. I don't normally like using the word 'cute' as a way to describe myself but this is an exception. I hug myself with the long sleeves and breathe in the scent again. I close my eyes as I fall darker into the overwhelming warmth this hoodie is providing, I feel like I'm in my own world.

Until I feel the presence of another human being nearby, them watching me as I have little to no clue on how long they've been there. I slowly turn my head to see who's there and of course it's Evan. Thank god it's not some kind of- wait Evan?! I'm still in his hoodie! Wait why is he home early- that doesn't matter when I'm currently wearing his clothing! I turn my head back away from him and hope for the best.

But I immediately turn back to look at him because I just noticed something, he's wearing one of my hoodies. How is that even possible?! Didn't he just get home? Or has he been here long enough to change? But why my hoodie?- is it payback? That would make sense to be honest. He looks really cute though, can't lie.

"Wh- what are you-..?" I look him up and down as I ask, the big picture looks better than I imagined. He's leaning on the doorway, arms crossed, one leg over the other, the kind of pose your sister does when you finally realized your feelings toward someone and she knew all along. If his smile was more of a smirk it would be exactly the situation I just described.

"Well, I came home earlier- we'll talk about that later- and I saw you: in my room, wearing my hoodie, and even breathing in my scent. Care to explain?" He asks with a slight laugh, finding it funny- I mean wouldn't anyone? Imagine you just arrived home and you saw your best friend in your clothes.

"Only if you tell me why you're wearing mine?" I respond back, offering a deal. He thinks for a second and just nods, not breaking his stance or his stare. Seems like he really wants to know, I knew he would be curious or something but not like.. whatever that is. It's cute, but weird. Which could describe Evan so- I'm getting off topic.

I take the hood off and think, debating on how to explain everything that led up to this. "Well," I circle my hand around trying to think of what to say, "I was bored-"

"Put the hood back on."

"Pardon?" Wha- who says that, like out of nowhere? And why? I have so many questions. He just gives me the you-know-what-I-said look and I just go along with it. As long as I can keep the hoodie on I'll do whatever. I put the hood back on and continue speaking, "as I was saying, I was bored-"

"So you went to my room because-"

"Just let me finish!" Jeez, with the interrupting. "As I was saying, I was bored and there was nothing to do so I just... went in the back of your closet to see if you had anything embarrassing you never told me about so I could use it as black mail. Simple." I say with a heightened voice, not in a mean way but when you try to persuade someone that something you did isn't as bad as it seems. I don't think it worked but it was worth a try.

"Uh-huh, no other reason?" He chuckles and stands up straighter, but now looking at his feet. What other reason could there be- oh. He took that approach.

"Wow, okay. Your thoughts, not happening." It might have slipped into my mind once but for like a split second, so it's not worth mentioning. Yes I have the biggest crush on my best friend but I live with him so it's kind of hard to not think about. "So what's your explanation?" I ask, turning the conversation towards him.

"Easy. I saw you wearing mine so I wore yours as payback." He says with a smug tone, trying to act all tough. Well let me tell you something, it absolutely- fits him perfectly. Jesus Christ. Help me god- I love that side of him.

"Uh-huh, no other reason?" I mock. He just laughs and nods.

A few seconds go bye and no one has said anything and it's getting kind of awkward. I decide to break the silence and just ask, "so what now?"

"I don't know."

"..."

"..."

"Want to date-"

"Yes."

Yes I gave up on the ending a bit. It felt too long and just wrote literally the first thing that came to mind and just went with it. Enjoy it or not, I don't care, I'm going to eat a hot pocket. Bye :P