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"Sadly." "I'm home already!" Steve exclaimed. "So, well. Let's start getting ready for tomorrow." It was more fun that Liam could ever imagine. He and Steve picked their clothes for the weekend together, Liam threatening to disconnect the call every time he picked a shirt and Steve picked one in the same color so they could match. Eventually, Liam went with a patterned shirt and a turtle necked shirt in a color he was positive Steve didn't have. Hiding from the camera as much as he could, he packed his jeans in the bag. Steve suggested taking hoodies in case it got cold and grabbed a black hoodie first. Rather coincidentally, the first hoodie Liam set his eyes on in his closet was a black on

Before they started, while he was trying in the movie CD, she went to his room to check up the wardrobe. "Just few clothes" she heaved a sigh. She checked through it and was glad to have found two hoodies in there. One was black and had the word 'Jerk' written at the back of it while the other was gray and had a black and gray embroidery with the word 'Sexy Boy' She laughed silently while thinking of which to pick. She picked the first one and wore it. The hoodie smelt like him. She sniffed it till when he had caught her in the act.

Two pairs of denim jeans, two pairs of hoodies, one white shirt, one black top, and two dresses were both gifts from Teddy and his wife, either for my birthdays or some special occasion. Knox used to make fun of my clothing. One time I was wearing a black hoodie with some Japanese anime cartoon inked on it. I liked the hoodie because it was something I bought with my money. Although that piece was cheap, it was something I had a different sort of feeling toward. The excitement that I felt at that moment couldn’t be expressed in words.

I was knee-deep in my wardrobe chaos, tossing shirts and hoodies over my shoulder as I tried to decide what to wear. The first day of senior year. My last year in high school. Crazy, right? I already knew what I wanted though — my favorite black hoodie. The one with “Elian” printed across the back in bold white letters, like it had something to prove. I paired it with ripped-free black jeans, clean sneakers, and my head warmer. All black and red, obviously.

I greeted, kissing them on the cheeks. Looking up at Adrian, he winked at me and that made me blushed. I looked up at him, studying his dressing, he was wearing a black hoodie with giants golden LV, Louis Vuitton logo. Just what does this guy see with this brand? I made up my mind to finally ask him and I will be doing just that. We spent a little more time at the cabin till late in the afternoon before we started preparing to leave. Adrian was packing the bags into the truck and I walked up to him. Grabbing the hood of his hoodie, I asked, “may I know what you see in this brand?”

“Black with grey dots… another black with red design. These look really nice...I love black but this is even better.” He grinned like I’d just handed him the keys to a Lamborghini. I don't understand why he was acting like a giant kid, and it was annoyingly adorable. Maybe he hasn't received gifts since his parents died. The thought made my heart ache. How sad. Then came the embarrassing decision. The most expensive one too. He pulled out the bright pink hoodie and unfolded it. The bold black text with tiny sunglass printed across the front read: **Bad Boys Can Wear Pink Too.**

“Shit, I am late for work at the shelter. You open that and you wear it when you need a reminder to buck up. Shit is going to be bumpy for a while, Tate, but life would be boring if the journey was flat.” She hangs up, and I tear into the box, pulling out my favorite hoodie. The one we share because when we went to buy matching hoodies, we only had enough money for one. Doesn’t help we had just watched that movie about traveling pants that fit everyone so we were convinced it was meant to be.

I passed some houses, some homes, I wasn't sure these were wolf homes, they all smelled human, perfect, I need something to hide my ears away, I remember a piece of clothing that I really loved back in the day, they could hide a bruise, and hide some ears. A hoodie, I was looking at people's laundry, the one hanged out there, I should be able to find a hoodie here or there, the weather is getting colder, it's hoodie's season, I kept on looking until I found one. It's a male hoodie, big enough to cover my ears and my tail, it was perfect, I put it over and kept on walking, I don't think the forgotten buildings are around here, they must be on the edge of the town, I walked toward there.

"I'm regretting letting you come," Kat rolled her eyes at my older sibling worrying. "You need to calm down. You'd guys be lost if you didn't have me," Kat retorted, full of herself. I mean, she wasn't wrong, Frost did make a couple of wrong turns. I glanced at her pointedly. "Avert your gaze and keep your thoughts to yourself," she said waving her pointy finger with some attitude. "Ok," I said under my breath stuffing my hands into the pockets of my favorite black hoodie. It had 'bad n boojie' written in gold on the front. It was love at first sight.

he said as he got himself comfortable in the chair, "I just wanted to give you something." Her heart jumped once again. Give her something? Francis never gave anyone anything... What was it? A warrant for her execution? "Here," He held out a bundle of black cloth that she hadn't realised that the had been holding, "You deserve it." Izzie frowned as she tentatively took the bundle, it had quite a weight to it and she felt something solid within the cloth. Unfolding it a little she saw that the black cloth was, in fact, a hoodie. Not just any hoodie one of the Guild's lightweight armoured hoodies. It was peculiar that it was black though, the standard-issue was always khaki and she already had