tns oneshots

top || emily and riley

Some point during the dance year before season 1... mature ish themes

Riley's POV:

As Emily showers, I sneak into her room, and grab my dream shirt that she owns but doesn't let me borrow. I would buy myself one in a heartbeat, but I'm just a little bad at saving money. Plus, the only way Emily was able to afford it was because of her summer job. I can wear something over it, and when I take it off at the restaurant, it'll absolutely shock all of Emily's friends (and she can't flip out of me in front of the others, so it's a win win). Maybe they'll finally see me as a friend instead of just Emily's little sister. And maybe we may bump into that cute boy, James, and he'll see me in this outfit. I know Emily would be hella pissed if she saw me just TALKING to a boy, but at least she can't look into my head when I'm lying down in bed, thinking of him, and his muscles and killer dance moves.

 For your information, I don't like him! And I definitely don't think about him every night. I would never, ever like a guy like that. Even if I did, I would never, ever show it, especially considering how protective Em is over me.

Anyways, back to my outfit! I pull it on, styling it with some cute jeans. The shirt is a bit big, since my boobs are practically non existent, but I can fix that. I grab some tissues on my bedside table, and stuff them into my bra before looking in the mirror, and it suddenly clocks in my head; I look so hot. I don't think I've ever shown off my abs like this, and I should be doing it more often.  Not to mention it literally shows my entire midriff, this is fucking amazing. Oops, I'm not really meant to swear, but I think it's okay to say it in my head because I've started reading books with cuss words in them!! 

I can't show the fact I'm wearing the top though, so I chuck a black hoodie on top of it. I simply just sit on my iPod, like I do before we go out. However,  I hear Emily's voice calling. "Riley!", and then her footsteps approaching my room. Oh no.

I pull my hoodie off, and throw it on my bed. I stretch the top off, and replace it with a normal t shirt, shoving Emily's into a random drawer, and I stand in front of it, just as she walks in wearing a white bathrobe. 

"Why'd you have your hoodie out, it's a literal desert out? Anyways, I came here to ask, have you seen my favourite red top? I could've sworn I had it in my drawer before I went into the shower."

Dammit, she wanted to wear the same shirt as me. Of course. But this is my chance, and I'm not letting her hands get hold of that top.

"Um, I don't know, you sure it's not being washed..." I say, avoiding eye contact because then she'll immediately detect my lie.

"No, I'm never wrong, we both no that!" She denies, before starting to frantically open my drawers. "Maybe our laundry got mixed-,"

"Don't, don't, look through them, I promise it's not in my room!" I cry, but she ignores me, before pushing me out of the way and opening the drawer I was blocking. 

Shit. 

"Please don't notice it, please don't notice it, please don't," I say to myself, however my prayers don't succeed. She holds up the top in front of my face, glaring.

"I, I, I don't know how that got there." I stutter. "I, I promi-,"

"Save it Riley." She interrupts, before walking towards me, towering over me. "How many times do I have to tell you, you are NOT wearing this?"

I decide I'm not being a pushover and listening to her anymore. 

"And why do you feel the need to control what I wear?" I reply, glaring at her.

"I wouldn't give a shi-sugar," I roll my eyes. She's always babying me, she can swear in front of me, I don't give a shit! 

"What I meant to say," she adds, "is that if it was yours, I would let you wear-,"