I D Flex But I Like This Shirt Novels & Stories

I replied to him honestly. “Oh common Sky, I am not giving you my precious company, I am coming with you to check out the hot girls. “Liar” I playfully nudged him. Seriously, he should learn how to take a compliment. As he stood up to his full six feet height, from the couch I saw what’s written on his Shirt *MY ONE SMILE CAN KILL YOU* each word spelt in red and bold! “You bought the wrong shirt, Chris, replace that ‘smile’ with ‘fart’ and you are good to go” I teased.

“Uh… t-thank you for the shirt.” The guy turned to her and looked at her from head to toe, making Millie a bit uneasy who was wearing a lousy black shirt with the words ‘I Love New York…’ printed on it. “Looks good on you.” He smirked then turned back on the fry pan he was holding. “I promise to give it back to you tomorrow.” “Oh. No need. That’s an extra. It actually comes together with this shirt.” He suddenly pointed at his shirt which read, ‘I am New York!’ “Couple shirt. Pretty cool, huh?”

“I like it. It’s just that my breasts are super sensitive, which is why I don’t wear a bra and why I prefer wearing your shirts.” “Oh.” Her smile widened. “What did you get for Ezra and Obsidian?”

Logan, with his undeniable aura of charisma, looked incredibly hot. Known for his stylish flair and effortlessly cool outfits, Logan had a penchant for simple yet sophisticated pieces that perfectly echoed his laid-back personality and innate sense of good taste. On this particular evening, he opted for a grey relaxed-fit T-shirt, a choice that effortlessly projected a casual yet put-together appearance, perfectly aligning with his easy going demeanour. The shirt clung to his frame, subtly emphasising the contours of his veiny arms, a glimpse of his toned physique that added an extra layer of allure.

Luckily he doesn't follow me. I hug myself, lower my head and try not to give up the scream I've stuck in my throat. Currently, because of that guy and his partner, I feel exposed. In fact, even with my mid-rise pants, my Reptar shirt Allie gave me for my birthday, and my unicorn-print socks that cover my lower legs a bit, I feel exposed.

The smile I practiced got stuck somewhere, and my lips didn’t even know how to curl anymore as my words ran away. He was wearing a black shirt, almost the same as the one I was wearing, and he looked like he just came out of the shower. Even if I didn’t want to, he was making my knees weak. “Is that my shirt?” He asked before he licked his lips, and I nodded my head. “It’s my least favorite because it’s light in color. But damn it, you are rocking it, mate.”

Getting unhappy because of me Because I was feeling sad, I decided to drop by at Goodwill's Ice-cream shop. It belonged to my dad's cousin, Goodwill. He always gives me free ice-cream. I love that place because children always come and make noises, and cry and laugh. I feel amused while looking at them. I wore red sweatpants with white strips down the length at the sides and wore it's sweater, the same color and design. Made by adidas. I managed to wear white sneakers, luckily my feet didn't hurt in them.

With a frustrated huff after trying to twist it into some semblance of normalcy, I decide to leave it down and let it do its thing. I pull on jeans and add a pair of strappy, one-inch, pink sandals to my feet. I wear my “Like a Girl” T-shirt accented with glitter and rhinestones. My dad gave it to me years ago. From what Aiden said about his mom and sisters, I have allies and the shirt will ring true with them.

She took a breath and shook it off, though she kept the smile it brought. She looked over the red shirts again while Declan changed, deciding whether or not she really wanted to get either of them. Or if she had the budget to. They were on discount, even more so with the Leylae. But it was still a really nice shop. She pursed her lips to one side, figuring if it was worth the trouble. Declan emerged. "I'm not getting the shirt, after all. The inside lining is a bit itchy." Amara glanced up, then walked over. "Not worth it?"

However, he still regarded me with disdain, as if I were a discarded piece of trash on the sidewalk. Trying my best not to let his judgment affect me, I left the store and continued walking. After some time, I stumbled upon a shop with elegant gowns and dresses showcased in the window. One particular dress caught my eye immediately. It was a stunning African-print gown with a captivating low V-cut. The flared bottom flowed beautifully, and the shoes displayed alongside it matched perfectly. I was enticed to buy it, but the thought of not having anywhere to wear it dampened my enthusiasm.