Cross Sans New Outfit Novels & Stories

Zion laughed, looking at Xander's outfit. Xander wore a black V-neck t-shirt with a pair of black jeans and a grey blazer, he rolled up the sleeves of the blaze to reveal the roles watch that adorned his right wrist, and he complimented his outfit with a pair of black leather boots. His hair looked wet and messy, a few strands fell on his forearm, making him look more appealing.

I'm wearing a blue Ralph Lauren Polo shirt, blue jeans and black sneakers. I almost miss a step when I see Arian dressed in the same outfit as me but instead of sneakers for shoes, she has on Converse All Star. "You match!" Kary exclaims excitedly. "We do, don't we?" I grin,reaching the landing and resting against the banister. "You look beautiful, Miss Macavinta." "You look good too, Mr Cruz." She says. "Can we go now?" Kary whines. "It'll be hot outside today." I say. "You packed a change of clothes for Kary?"

Alexa's POV "Have you ever gone Kayaking?" I blurt, absentminded as I gaze out in the open. I don't hear Xander reply so I turn to him. My eyes double at the casual clothes he has on. "No work?" I ask. "Not today." He shakes his head. "We are going shopping. It should have been sooner." He mutters. "Oh," I smile. Eyeing him the muscular T-shirt he has on paired with some dark jeans that he pulls off effortlessly, I can't help noticing how different he looks. Different in a good way, I mean.

I want so much to for that imagined future to become our reality, but I know Nova wants to at least make it through school before taking that step. This last outfit is perhaps one of the most amazing. Stretch velvet jeans style pants that cling to my body like a second skin, in a deep red, a white tuxedo shirt, and a vintage marching band jacket in black and deep red with gold trim, with my boots and belt and a few accessories this could be super hot. Nova approves, but makes some suggestions on ways to improve the look. Then suggests a few rings and bracelets. I spy a necklace that I like and Nova agrees that layered right it could add to my look. I decide on about 3 complete outfits and

The entire avenue is blocked off to traffic for half a mile, and thousands of people were walking along in the Sunday morning sunshine. Inside, I made Connor trade in his dark slacks for some cargo shorts that showed off his muscular calves. He also bought some leather flip-flops and a loose linen shirt. Me, I chose a red tank top and blue jean cut-offs. Johnny was resistant to the whole thing, but Connor made him pick. He settled on a black T, a dark Hawaiian shirt that hid his gun holster, green shorts, and some Chuck Taylors. “Thank you,” I said as we exited in our new ‘normal’ outfits, our designer threads stuffed in Urban Outfitters bags.

Cross called. I dried off quickly and wrapped myself in one of the large towels. Opening the bathroom door a crack, I peered into the bedroom. Cross stood with his back to me, looking out the window toward the distant clearing where torches still burned. On the bed lay a simple black tunic and soft gray pants, both far too large for me but clean and dry. I dressed quickly, rolling up the sleeves and pant legs to make them somewhat fit my smaller frame. "Better?" Cross asked without turning.

*** TEN HOURS AGO After I shower and dress in a pair of vintage-style overalls over a white crewneck, paired with my Nike shoes, I grab my tiny backpack and triple-check myself in the mirror, easily discovering tons of deformities. With the scratches and a bandage on my neck, I look even more poor quality. I have to swallow unnecessarily before earning the very slim courage to step out of my room. Caden is waiting in the living area. He is outfitted in two simple fabrics: fitted camouflaged pants pulled a couple of inches above his ankles and a fitted plain long-sleeve T-shirt that punctuates every muscle of his trunk.

I don’t have to be someone I’m not. I wave at Cortney as I walk toward the car. She steps out, takes off her sunglasses, and stares at me with her mouth open. “What are you wearing, Chancé Rhodes?” “Err… the best I could find in my wardrobe?” “Well, maybe it’s time we change your wardrobe.” Cortney is wearing jean shorts, an ash tank top, and a cute hat — looking effortlessly stylish as always. I glance down at my own outfit and feel a small pang of embarrassment.

“Now, let’s discuss Mr. Cross’s preferences.” “His preferences?” “Regarding how you present yourself.” Patricia unzips one of the garment bags with a neat, downward pull, revealing designer dresses. Labels I recognize from magazines, fabrics that look like they’d dissolve if you breathed on them wrong. “Mr. Cross prefers classic elegance. Nothing too trendy. Neutral colors for business events—grays, blacks, navies. Jewel tones for evening affairs. Hemlines at the knee, never above. Heels, never flats. Hair styled but not overdone. Makeup natural but polished.”

He wasn't wearing the sweatpants he had earlier, but black jeans, a white shirt underneath, a black leather jacket on top with some combat boots. Almost like my outfit, the only difference is that I was wearing a purple tank top with a white leather jacket instead of black. "Out." I stood on the couch to add a few inches to my height. "I want to come, too." Josh gave me a strange look as Xander raised his brow at me. "You don't even know where we're going." "You said out, so I assume the city. Like, where else would you go in that? Perhaps to catch unicorns?"