I D Flex But I Like This Shirt Novels & Stories

I had barely gotten in through the door of the mall when he sent me a gif of Wayne and Garth from Wayne's World, bowing, and captioned "We're Not Worthy!" Asshole. But I was kind of getting arrogant enough to say into the thin air, "Damn straight you ain't." The shirt I ended up buying was a pretty dope cloud pattern of sky blue and white. The only place the Crayola factory had thrown up on it were the insides of the collar and cuffs.

I instinctively began apologizing, even as his face turned darker with every word i spit out. "Sure, go ahead." He said darkly, my heart stopped for a second. "What?" "Go ahead and replace the shirt, but i Will have you know that this is a limited edition new Cismst shirt, it was sown by the renowned Italian fashion designer, you should know that." Boom.

Ivy sighed, looking dejected as she entered a changing room. From there, it became something of a fashion show. Once we realized I was right, and Ivy’s a size four, it became about what she liked best and felt most comfortable wearing. I love clothes. I love tight and short clothes, but I love how my body looks, and you know the saying ‘if you got it flaunt it’ well, I love flaunting it.

He shrugged. I sighed. “When did all this happen? Weren’t you sick or something and—” I paused at the obnoxious smile on his perfectly shaped face “I don’t even like dresses.” I blurted out. It wasn’t a lie, I didn’t like dresses, it wasn’t that I was a tomboy or anything. I just preferred whatever made me comfortable and apparently, jeans and a shirt did.

As long as I don’t pant, I’ll be fine. There’s a detail around the neckline and sleeves that made me choose it. It’s a loose blue micro plaid pattern that gives off the vibe that I’m wearing a man’s work shirt under my dress when I’m not. It’s actually attached to the dress. The neckline is folded, the shirt collar dipped around my breast, forming this V shape that made everything look good.

Colt dismissed me. “I got the message, man. Some other time, Iris. Oh, wait.” He opened his plastic bag, pulled a shirt, and offered it to me. “This would be perfect for you.” “You’re giving me that?” I asked in disbelief, smiling like I just received the best gift ever. “This is a ladies' shirt. So, it’s definitely for you.” I took it from him—a shirt with a strawberry print. “Thank you. That’s so kind of you, Frost.”

It just seems to make the world a little brighter. My eyes run over him, stopping when our gazes lock. "Yeah, I think it has more to do with those shirts." He glances down at himself, and it’s clear he has a penchant for snug T-shirts that cling to him, sometimes even being slightly sheer. There isn’t a she-wolf alive between the ages of 15 and 50 who wouldn’t appreciate the sight. Today’s choice is dark blue… a color that suits him exceptionally well. He pulls at the bottom of the shirt as if inspecting it, giving me a clear view of his abdomen while I’m sitting down, and I bite my lip to stifle a groan of frustration. "My shirts?"

My pride would need to take a backseat for now. Reluctantly I get dressed casually in jeans and an oversized shirt. It's comfortable but decent enough to pass the main entrance. The oversized shirt kind of makes me look like a kid wearing her older brother’s clothes but I don't care. I like this style a lot. Like most days I half-assed putting on makeup. It's not that I didn't like wearing makeup, but I'm running late already. Whatever the results are, I need to live with it for the day.

She says flicking through her phone and then holding it up for me "Exactly like that?" I questioned "Yes!" "Okay but you know this is a men’s shirt and ladies don’t wear it." She rolled her eyes "I know, the shirt is not for me it’s for Roger, he likes turkey designer shirts and I’ve been meaning to get him one, so when I heard that its latest design is out I decided to get it for him although it’s gonna be hard because the mall has one piece only and many people dying to get it." She explained

Sіnсе thе lаѕt орtіоn is оff thе menu for now, I might аѕ wеll mаkе thе mоѕt of mу dау wіth whаt I can. My laundry іѕ fоldеd аnd rеаdу so I get іntо mу gуm gеаr. I like wоrkіng оut in an old tее shirt аnd gуm ѕhоrtѕ. Nо need fоr lycra. As lоng as it ѕоаkѕ uр thе sweat, I’m hарру.