Unfinished Shorts

The Outfit

This is the outfit I reference: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/676525175247156509/

"Sarahhhh! I have a surprise for you..."

I sighed. Peyton's surprises were never a good thing when you're on the receiving end. Especially not now, since I could hear Nadiya trying to cover up her laughter where they had been talking in her room. I walked to where they were, ready to tell them they were being silly, when I saw the outfit Peyton had spread out on the floor.

"Nope." I turned around and tried to walk away, but I suddenly had two hands grabbing my body and holding me still while they could explain whatever plan they had for me and these clothes.

"Come onnn," Peyton whined. "We just want to see what you would look like!"

"In case you haven't noticed," I pointed out, "we have very different fashion choices."

"Which is why I picked out the sweater!" Nadiya chimed. "This way, you'll be wearing what you usually do, just with a little bit of Peyton-esque flair."

I glanced at Peyton's hair, recently dyed to a pale purple. As much as I hated to admit it, it did actually look cool. It was such a pretty color and she somehow made it work, like with everything else she tried. "I think I'll pass." Nadiya's grip tightened on my arms before I relented, "Fine, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it," trying to hide my curiosity at what I would look like in it.

I stepped out in front of them hesitantly. It was much closer to what Peyton might wear, and I wasn't sure I was entirely comfortable in it. Glancing in the mirror, I could tell it actually didn't look half bad on me. "It's very...green." The dark green sweater was surprisingly the right size, as were the black skinny jeans. I glanced first to Nadiya to see her reaction, only to see her covering her mouth, laughing silently, as she looked between me and Peyton. I turned to Peyton, whose eyes were wide and mouth slightly open, and who made no effort to change her expression.

Between their two very different reactions, I could feel my face getting hot and I turned once more to the mirror. There was the beanie in the same color as the sweater, a Slytherin scarf, and her favorite pair of boots. I looked back to see if Peyton had recovered from...whatever had happened to her, but she had just continued to stare.

Nadiya coughed a little forcefully and nudged her, startling her out of her trance. "Oh. It's, uh, it's good," she squeaked. Seeing as it didn't look like she was going to recover anytime soon, Nadiya gave her an almost disappointed look and shooed me off to change back into my regular clothes. Confused, I did, and came back to a still-staring Peyton and a Nadiya banging her head repeatedly on the wall, muttering to herself. I placed the clothes on Peyton's bed and decided it would be best if I just ordered pizza for the night.