I Love My Cousin 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.

It was then I noticed she was wearing my oversized shirt. My eyes popped wide open, enough to shake off any remaining drowsiness in me. That wasn’t just any shirt but the customized birthday shirt my uncle made for me on my 14th birthday. It had my big smiley face in the centre and was so big it could fit an elephant. My uncle, Joe from my mother’s side wanted me to wear it for my birthday party. My parents supported the idea because they thought it was cute and didn’t see anything wrong with it. But I didn’t wear it because it was too big on my skinny self then and worse of all, embarrassing. My friends and other kids at school would laugh at me if I did and talk about it till the end of th

I said as my fingers curled over the hem of my shirt, pulling it down a little, "Zack asked me to." A loud breath vibrated form him before I felt his fingers curl over the neck of my shirt, pulling it up back again. My eyes widened and I slapped his hand away, "Will you stop with that already!" I snapped. "I need to highlight my best features." I added, fixing my shirt again. He shot me a glare, "It'll be mostly guys, what are you planning to do there?" I shrugged, "What I'm trying to do since ever," I gave him a knowing look, "Your cousin is no piece of cake." Oh, but if he was a cake though, can you imagine how delicious he'd be?

she paused, her eyes searching as if looking for what to say. “I was, uh, in the shower when you rang the bell.” She completed her sentence. “That was why I took so long.” “But you are in a shirt,” I caught sight of a missing button and noticed the shirt was bigger than her. “Why is one of your buttons missing and is that a man's shirt?” “My… cousin's shirt. I took it from his wardrobe during last year's Christmas. I am rushing to wear the shirt and popped a button I wasn't buying her explanations.

He saw that of course. "What's that?" "Your favorite shirt. I brought it." What ?! My favorite shirt is Zenitra brand and it is worth A dollars! and that's only in the US! He must kid! I suddenly pulled out the Zenitra paper bag! and looked at it! Peach color and yes! it is my fav shirt that even daddy never bought to me! "Oh my!" I almost screamed and covered my mouth. All grief was thrown away and replaced by joy! I saw him smirk.

But he wasn’t even alone, there was a lady with him. “Good thing he has someone already. That’ll keep him from stressing my girl.” I rolled my eyes and turned away. But something caught my attention. “I know that shirt..” I muttered, turning back to that bench. I’d recognize my vintage shirt anywhere in the world because I designed it and my stylist brought it to life. I gifted that shirt to Aurora on her birthday last year, no one else in this entire town could possibly have that particular shirt. My heart thumped in my chest as my hands shivered. “No… it can’t be.”

Both arms are covered with tattoos of different Celtics designs and Cyrillic scripts. “Kill, is that the pizza guy?” I immediately recognize Bianca’s voice from the inside. I skim my eyes up to see my half-naked cousin in front of me. Our gazes lock—he looks shocked to see me, too. He drops his gaze immediately, and I can see the guilt plasters on his face. His throat bobs as he swallows hard.

He got up and opened his dresser drawer, shuffling through his clothes until he smirked. He pulled out the "Captain America" shirt I had gotten him for his birthday, the blue hue a little worn out. "Now this is my favorite shirt, as you can tell." A huge smile crept on my face "How many times have you worn it?" "Lost count. What can I say; I love Captain America. You know me well." He suddenly handed me the shirt, but I didn't take it. "No way, Beth knows I got you this shirt and-" "-I doubt she's even up right now. And if she is, just turn it inside out."

The shoes and clutch I bought will be perfect for the dress. Glancing at the man beside me who was holding my hand, I pulled out my phone and privately took a photo of the dress. Then I sent it to Miguel with a note. To: Miguel Buy me this dress please. I'll pay you. Instantly, he replied back. From: Miguel On it! Has my dear cousin bought you a conservative dress? To: Miguel He did From: Miguel I knew it! Will buy it once you guys leave. I'm in the area.

In which, I don't wear dresses all the time, or ever. "She also said that she's going to let you borrow her dress!" Oh finally! Someone read my mind. Or maybe Cristabel knows me too much that she thought of lending me one. She's my cousin who I'm always with ever since we're kids. I just wore a white t-shirt and jeans then stared myself at the mirror. My hair's tied in braids, like the usual. I have pimples all over my face, I wear glasses and I also make sure that there is no food stuck between my teeth and braces. I'm aware I'm ugly so I don't want to spend too much time in front of mirrors.