𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄, 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞; 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚.

Reluctantly, Polly turns around once again and walks towards her bathroom, leaving Lydia to continue making her bed. Once she shuts the bathroom door she walks further in. She turns on the shower, twisting the handle all the way towards the hot. While the water warms, she strips herself from her clothes, tossing them to the side. When she can see the steam forming from behind the curtain, she steps into the shower, allowing the hotness of the water to burn her skin, and relax her muscles. Polly takes her time taking a shower. She gently runs her fingers through her hair, lathering her scalp with shampoo and then conditioner. The water splatters across the ground when she rings the products out of her hair, leaving it to be silky smooth.

As the blonde takes her time in the shower, Lydia too takes her time with her task — neatly making Polly's bed. She flattens her blankets, and fluffs her pillows; making the bed how she makes her own bed, knowing Polly doesn't care how her bed is made. Once she quickly finishes her easy task, she heads towards Polly's closet and the bags she had brought into the room. She digs through the girls closet and dresser, finding items of clothing, and pairing them together, trying to form any cute outfits she can make.

After nearly twenty minutes, the bathroom door swings open and Polly exits from the steaming room. Her small towel fits tightly around her naked body, covering everything that needs to be covered, while her wet hair sticks to her partially wet shoulders. Lydia doesn't realize when Polly walks out, instead she's stuck in her own fashion world, continuing to go through the girls closet, giving Polly time to walk towards her freshly made bed. Polly cautiously walks through her room, stepping around all the articles of clothing that are spread out across her bedroom floor, then takes a seat on the edge of her bed. For a few minutes, Polly watches Lydia finish making outfits, adding anything extra to them.

Tilting her head, "Why are there multiple?" Polly asks, nodding towards the five outfits that are spread out across her hardwood floor.

Lydia sets down a pair of shoes next to the final outfit, then turns to Polly. "You need options to choose from, everything knows that." She makes one final glance at the outfits she's made, making sure there's nothing that needs to be added. She pushes herself off the ground and walks towards Polly, taking a seat on the bed next to her. "Go ahead, try them on. You can be honest and tell me which ones you like and don't like."

Polly allows her eyes to carefully scan each outfit. She looks through the clothing items that Lydia has chosen for her. Throughout the five outfits there's a mix of every clothing item you could possibly find. Shorts. Skirts. Jeans. As well as leggings. Sweaters. Tank tops. Cardigans. And long sleeves too. High heels. Boots. Flats. And even running shoes. The clothing items are a mix of Polly's and Lydia's.

"This is what you teenagers wear to school nowadays?" Polly turns towards Lydia. "It's a bit degrading for school... is it not?"

Lydia nods, understanding where she's coming from. "Okay, yeah, maybe the stilettos are a little bit too much... especially since your mentality is from like a hundred years ago." Lydia lowly states. She pushes herself off the bed and leaves Polly's side. She walks towards the clothes on the floor, and crouches down to pick up her favorite pair of high heels off the ground.

"Lydia, I think your shoes are lovely. I could wear them a different day... if you'll allow me, but I've never been to a real school, so I don't think stilettos are appropriate for this specific occasion."

She slowly nods, "What about those? Would you be willing to wear heeled boots?" Lydia nods towards her second favorite outfit that she's put together. "It's less promiscuous, but you'll still look sexy, and all the boys will be drooling over you."

"Yeah... boys." She murmurs, glancing at the outfit Lydia's standing in front of, Polly nods, "Sure. Yeah, I'll give that one a go."

Lydia smiles, "Okay!" Polly returns the smile.