Be A Decent Human Hoodie Novels & Stories

“Come.” Hilda took her to a boutique. Keondra happily looked around. “This is amazing!” “Should've taken you to the mall in Kraxuris.” “This is fine too.” “Yeah, but everything is better, and bigger in Kraxuris.” Hilda picked out a black hoodie. “This is nice.” “It looks just like my shirt.” “It's called a hoodie.” “What is a hoodie?” Keondra took it from her. “It's longer than mine.”

He smiles as he holds it up, and looking at me, he asks, "Did you pick this out yourself?" I think for a moment. "Well, Ves didn't pick it out, and neither did Pike or the others, so yeah." Dane laughs and reaches and pats my shoulder. "Ahh, Reza. You can just say yes and smile." I don't but Dane takes the other gift from my hand and destroys the ribbon as he opens it. Isn't he supposed to wait? He throws the paper on to the ground and opens the box, revealing the hoodie inside. I picked one that isn't polyester and cotton blend. Those are okay, but they don't last. I picked an expensive one that has a wool lining inside.

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a hoodie. "Here." He held it out, not meeting my eyes. "You can't keep walking around like that." I stared at the hoodie in his hands, navy blue with the Moonstone High logo on the chest. A kind gesture. The first one in... I couldn't remember how long, probably years. "Why?" It slipped out before I could stop it. He flinched. "Just take it." "If they spot me wearing your hoodie... " "I'll say I lost it," he interrupted. Just..." He thrust the hoodie into my arms frustrated. "Please. Take it."

“Something chaotic. Like silver. Or red. Something that says ‘I’m unstable but in a cool way.’” He nodded. “That tracks. Okay, your turn.” I glanced over. “What’s your dumb post-exam thought?” He grinned. “I think we should get matching hoodies.” “No.” “Come on.” “I literally just survived stats. I’m not ready to commit to couple merch.” “But picture it,” he said, already pulling out his phone. “Mine says ‘Sunshine.’ Yours says ‘Grump.’ Perfect.” “Absolutely not.” He showed me a P*******t mock-up anyway.

It was triple the size of any clothing I had in my closet. holding it in my hands I looked at him and he only rose his eyebrows gesturing me to wear his hoodie. I shook my head sliding my arms in its sleeves and finally getting inside it. It was soft, softer than anything I’ve ever worn. The hood was a mixture was extreme warmth and more alluringly his cologne. It almost felt I was hugging him.

He’s not big on freebies that come with legislations. He opens a drawer and holds up a bra with a light chuckle. Mel’s. Clearly, she’s moved in. Her stuff took over half the space already. He plucks out the first dark charcoal hoodie, soft cotton with faint embroidery at the cuff, a black shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. Not the most expensive, but good quality. Functional. Comfy. Blood will wash out. “You sure you want to wear CKs?” I tease, eyebrows raised. “I thought you were more of a murder-in-the-woods brand loyalist.”

They deserved a better child. Ignoring the protests and warning my aching body gave me, I willed myself to stand. I needed air, I was feeling suffocated and choked in my own body. I made my way to my closet and took the first big thing my eyes caught sight of. My black hoodie. Which brought somewhat warmth to my soul because black in all it's glory held a mysterious aura; a prefect color for me because I was damned but not condemned. Most people associated it with ominous speculations but it was still a beautiful color.

I know the 1st and 2nd floor is American Eagle while the third floor, it’s a beauty salon. Adem and I went inside and I went to the Hoodie Section. "Those are beautiful!" Adem praises the hoodies. He looked at the price tag and his eyes widened. “Damn! Six thousand for a single hoodie???” he said unbelievably and I laugh.

We let go of each other and I asked, "Won't it be weird if the both of us wear caps and masks on? And that too at a bar." "I'll take it off once we get there. You have to keep your beanie on though. Your hair will attract attention. My hair's black so I'll fit right in." He was wearing an open green hoodie over a grey V-neck T-shirt with black jeans. Save for the face, he really did look like a normal 23-year-old. "How long have you had that hoodie anyway?" I've seen it ever since the first day I met him as a trainee. It used to be rather loose on him back then. Now it fit him perfectly.

He smiled at me and then frowned as he looked me up and down. "You must be insane," Liam said as he yanked off his hoodie. He gave it to me and I shook my head at him. Liam didn't pull away and I assumed that I wasn't going to be getting away with this. I sighed and took the hoodie. It was a deep blue hoodie, and it was soft. It was warm from the body heat that had just come from Liam. It smelled like him too. His scent covered it entirely and I wanted to bury my face in it