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Before I knew it, we were in a massive outdoor themed store and I was in my own version of heaven. As soon as we walked in, I grabbed Joshua’s hand and jerked him over to the clothes. Joshua laughed, “Whoa babe! You can have anything you want. No need to jerk my arm out of its socket. We have all day, so no need to run around.” I laughed as I blushed, “Sorry. I got excited. I found some t shirts and hoodies that I love. I would love a pink camo hoodie.” He smiled, “Well, let’s get you a couple of them.” He smiled, “I have a feeling we are going to need a cart.” Jessie laughed, “Maybe a couple of them.” I laughed, “I promise, I will do my best to control myself.”

"Like... small as in able to fit me kind of small." Cayden sighs and nodded. "Yeah... thought they looked cool and bought them online. Only realised that they were women size after they were delivered." He explained. "Keep 'em if you want." "Aaand... what about my shirt? Do you have a spare shirt?" I asked. "Wow, you're demanding." Cayden huffed. "The smallest thing I own is... this hoodie, I guess." He showed me a white hoodie, most probably the one he wore during the game at that time.

“For now, till we figure out what’s happening, you need to hide your lack of injury. First step, look for something, like a hoodie to hide your skin. Then avoid going out today because no one would be expecting you to be standing at all today.” I nodded. I rushed to my closet to get a hoodie. When I stepped out, Shane scowled. “What the hell is that?” I tugged at the hoodie and realized why Shane was glaring. It barely reached my waist. It was a cropped hoodie, it was too cute for what I needed. I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “It’s Jasmine’s fault. These are the hoodies she picked when we went shopping last week. She said they were more stylish” I tugged at it again, wishing it would magical

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.

“That’s what the stories from the mines mean. The hiyasha is not a real demon but a cult. They must be looking for Adamantine, a piece of the second Fire from Heaven that landed in the south.” “Exactly,” Aki said. “They’re also involved in the slave trade because they need miners to dig for Adamantine.” “What does he look like?” Temujin asked. “All members of the Hiyasha-to dress the same. They wear a Slayer uniform that’s similar to what Chief Reijo wore in Blarjokull, with two large panels down the front, but instead of blue and white, the colors are red and black. They also wear hoods and their mempos cover their entire faces. Because the cultists are all red Slayers, their masks depict t

most of them were just unnecessary villians like Rick. I got ready and wore my pink hoodie and my blue jean shorts. Why was I even trying to cover my scales when my elf like ears would give me out? I asked myself as I stared at my reflection. In all movies and TV shows I had watched, I haven't seen any human with my kind of yellow slitted pupils. Wearing a hoodie right now was definitely a waste of time. I changed to a black crop top that exposed my boobs a little bit and headed down the stairs.

His eyes stayed on my face while snow drifted quietly between us. “Liese,” he said, his voice dropping into a rough pitch as he shortened my name. The way he said it should genuinely be illegal. I took the hoodie before my nervous system collapsed completely. It was incredibly warm, still carrying his scent beneath smoke and winter air. It was emotional damage in fabric form. I pulled it over my sweater while Takoda watched me carefully the entire time, his posture unyielding. The sleeves hung too long over my hands, and the hoodie swallowed me whole. Judging by the look that crossed Takoda’s face afterward, he liked that entirely too much.

I said and tossed her a zip up hoodie when she had finished. She smiled her thanks and put it on while I pulled on another one. We only had two and they were both mine but Willa only liked to wear my hoodies so she never bought any for herself, despite my years of trying. I smiled at her again. She looked so little and sweet in the oversized hoodie with her braids. No one would ever guess that she was capable of all the shit we've pulled over the years.

I said with a smile and I don't want to disappoint her by telling 'no'. We saw a lot of showrooms which had the best collection of hoodies. Nike, Noah, Comme des Garçons PLAY, Champions, Reigning Champ etc. She took me to the Reigning Champ showroom. It has the best collection of French Terry Pullover hoodies. She was good at selecting dresses. So she selected a hoodie after seeing all the models. She took a Grey coloured one and gave it to me to take a trail on. Yes, her selection was best and it suits me well. When I came out of the trail room, she ran to me and hugged me.

They never tried to force me to go after that. As the others began to change into their swim attire, I went back upstairs and into our room to grab my jacket from my bag. It was a black hoodie with an image of a pouting cat in the middle, which my mom thought was cute when she gifted it to me. She says that the hoodie reminded her of me, which I am still debating if is a compliment.