Anything But Clothes Novels & Stories

He taught me a lot of things that interests the plants, medicine and any other related medical stuff which I really find fun and entertaining. The clothes I had with me aren't my thing to wear today. Instead of unboxing my luggage, I went to Zamir's closets and saw bunch of clothes there. Aside from his condo, his penthouse, the mansion in Chicago, he had more things in here at his walk-in closet. There's plent of his clothes. Nevertheless, upon stroding my eyes around, I just remembered that one of my undies is missing. I only have limited access when it comes to undergarments as I haven't packed many. I took a deep breath and just let that thought slide.

"Yes of course, you may have a dress in your closet, you know! Everything if you want! " "Is it true? Wow, thank you very much. But instead I refused, I prefer simple clothes. Is there something like that? " "Simple clothes, huh? Hah, sorry I don't have! But I have a dress that wears pants! You take it easy, it feels like it's in your closet. Have you opened all your cabinets? " "Yes, there is one cupboard, right? Everything contains dresses! " "Oh no. Your room has more than one closet, geez it's my fault! I should have shown the cupboard to you. After this I will show you the cupboard! ”

The morning was spent going over final details with my dad and the guys. The backyard was getting set up with a tent, fairy lights, and a dance floor. The flowers? Handled. The food? Ordered. The bar? Stocked. The only thing left was what we’d be wearing. And apparently, that required an entire damn shopping trip. "I don’t get why we can’t just wear whatever," Adam muttered as we walked into the high-end menswear boutique. Luke rolled his eyes. "Because we’re not degenerates, Adam." "Speak for yourself," Adam shot back. "I look fantastic in jeans and a T-shirt."

It was about time to get ready, so I started digging through my closet, looking for something that still fit. The only dress code tradition was wearing white. I had plenty of white tops, but I couldn’t say the same for bottoms. I decided to check my dresses, completely ignoring the only all-white one I owned. I quickly gave up looking for something that didn’t exist—a second option!

He’d packed an entire suitcase full of clothes, and now they were completely useless. Looking around, he noticed that apart from himself, Brandon, Olivia, and Justin, the other contestants had much smaller suitcases. Confused, he asked, "Didn’t you guys pack clothes for the whole week?" Elric flashed him a smug grin. "We only packed for today and the last day. Linds gave us a heads-up that we’d have to wear traditional outfits in the city and wouldn’t be able to use our own clothes." "Even watches and accessories aren’t allowed," he added, clearly enjoying this moment. "No mobile payments either—everything’s cash only."

Dancing around the room, I laughed at how ridiculous everything seemed. I walked over to the wardrobe, expecting to find something beautiful and expensive to wear. But when I opened it, all I saw were black clothes—black polos, black pants, and nothing else. No dresses. No color. Just black. "Seriously?" I mumbled, pulling out one of the black polos. It wasn’t what I had in mind, but I shrugged. I wasn’t going to let it ruin my mood. Slipping it on, I decided not to think too hard about it. Maybe he just liked black.

"Being a shorty, there hasn't been a large demand for me." "Well, I am looking for short, tall, skinny, curvy, all kinds of girls and guys," Maisey told her. "I am sick to death of all those pompous companies only having nice clothes for stick-thin, perfect-bodied people. Like seriously, how many females do you know who is a size double zero and can afford to pay a house payment for a t-shirt? Or, how about guys? How many do you know who are six foot tall, built of muscle, and have a twenty-eight-inch waist? My clothes are going to be catering to all people, all shapes, sizes, and bank accounts. Let's face it, not everyone is made of money or can afford super-expensive items of clothing and

Guess it finally did. [Damn, she's lucky, right? Andrew Arlington. That family's serious old money.] [For real. I heard her dress alone cost five figures today.] [Five figures? No way. I heard it was custom. Just the hand embroidery took three months...] Skeet exited the chat. Bella in that dress kept flashing in his head. Then he laughed. It came out bitter, like chewing sand. Seven years. He thought they were solid. He was wrong. What he called "solid" was her staying quiet. Putting up with everything. Always backing him.

After waiting for what felt like ages, with no clothes arriving, I decided to explore his closet to see what would fit me. The wardrobe was predominantly filled with formal wear, royal garments, and neatly hung button-down shirts, all of which were much too large for me, even though I was on the thick side. But I continued scanning meticulously, not wanting to disorganize the perfectly arranged closet. Finally, after several minutes of looking, I came across a shirt that seemed about the right size. It was adorned with a smiley emoji and the words "Smile for me, even when you're sad" printed above it.

Everything can’t suddenly be on the up for me, there’s always something that goes wrong just when I think I can be happy. Rebecca takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. “Come, let’s get going. I’m sure you need to shop for a few things, right?” she asks me, and I realize again that I don’t have ANYTHING, just a gym bag full of clothes. “Yeah,” I groan. “I basically need new clothes, toiletries, shoes…ugh, a new life?” She chuckles and slips her arm into mine. “Well, it’s a good thing we’re gym buddies and not girly girls, so we won't need to get make-up, heels, and pretty stuff. We can go in my car-”