Rarity X Fancy Pants Novels & Stories

The blue shimmered in her doe eyes. “Are you a member of the Fancy Pants Club?” I couldn’t help but fidget with my fingers. I hope asking her this directly wouldn’t give her any weird opinion of me. In my research in a social website, a famous columnist briefly mentioned that gaining one of the Fancy Pants Club member’s friendship and trust is advantageous. I hope Suri won’t see me as a gold digger who only wants her friendship to gain an advantage with the club.

I didn't want this but I made a promise. He looks at the menu ready to order. He brought me to an expensive restaurant lucky for me I have a friend that loves the dress. I dare not to look at the menu, could imagine how expensive the dishes are. "Aren't you going to look at the menu to see what you want to order?" He asks. "I'm not hungry-" sudden my stomach start to growling, I felt my cheeks heated. Why know? "So your not hungry huh?" "I...I" "If your worry about the bills, forget it, this restaurant is mine anyway, order whatever you like," he said.

- Phil Phil puts down the thing from his huge box and it was RED LARGE NEEDLES "What is that?"- Dessa "This is for Bhlezy"- Phil with her shock, Bhlezy suddenly scream "EEE!! for me!? what is it!?"- Bhlezy and like a kid Bhlezy runs toward Phil merrily "This is?"- Bhelzy "check it"- Phil -FANGS OF DARUGA / RARITY: RARE- DEX: 15 STR: 15

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

As if that explains it all. “Oh god,” I mutter, burying my sweaty face in a doll. “Jax has all kinds,” she continues, totally unfazed. “Red ones, silver ones, and glow-in-the-dark ones.” She taps her finger to her lips as if thinking about it. “Ripped, ribbed, dotted, fruity, spicy —” she adds proudly. “I don’t know what spicy means, but it sounds dangerous. One’s camouflaged, another’s got tiger stripes. Not joking.”

"I have a call to make. I nodded, focusing on the racks. It didn't take me long to realize that there was going to be little to nothing in my size and that what options they did have, were actually horrendous. I was not a fashion designer by any standard—I wasn't even fashionable to begin with—but there was no way I'd be caught wearing red pants with feathers glued to the ankles. I dared to glance at the price tag and tasted bile in the back of my throat. $3,000?! For that?

"But. I don't know your size." "Ah. Don't worry about that. I will help you with it." Because of his words, Riley was speechless. She could have predicted his size but she didn't want him to give false hopes. Anyway clearly, he wasn't getting the hint. Not wanting to refuse him she nodded her head. She chose some cheap t-shirts in bright colors and patterns of them, looked like, they were for young boys printed with certain cartoon characters. But Mindy never once questions her. Silently smiling and adding it to the cart.

“Really? I don’t know about that. Maybe I should buy an entire mall for her.” “Okay,” I played along with his joke, then let out a slight laugh. “Yes, by the way,” then she showed me the shirt he was holding. “I’m going to buy this for Xander. What do you think?” “Yes, it’s nice. That’s his favorite character,” I commented. “I’m gonna get every single color and design there is,” he informed me, then looked over to the right and called for a sales lady. “Yes, sir and ma’am? What can I serve you?”

Then again, your designs are all odd in a charming sort of way. ‘It’s called: unexpected. And you’re right, I’m going to make it my signature.’ I turned back from the pants to face him. ‘Trust me. It matches your skin tone perfectly. And Stacy is good with eyeliners. You’ll be the prince of rock when we’re done with—.’ Gasps rang in the air and everyone was looking in the same direction.

And he opened it, only to find a pair of shoes inside it. “This—this is expensive,” he muttered. Even without having to take a closer look, he already knew these shoes were a limited version. “It’s from the Xanders Museum. A limited version, only fifty of it in the world yet, and it’s also quality.” One of the men went ahead to explain to Smith. He already knew they were a limited version. It was as if whoever picked the shoes picked what he had lingered for a while ago.