"I'm gonna make you pretty."

Since the time I've asked him the question, which was approximately two seconds ago, he has already said no a million times.

"No," he said again, his face completely expressionless.

That makes it a million and one.

I pouted and pulled on his arm, "Dylan come on, please?" He looked down at the uniforms with disgust, "If they were cute I'd probably consider it but those things are horrendous. I wouldn't even wear that thing to my grave."

"I don't think you'd have a choice in such a matter but okay."

He flashed a glare at me and I held up my hands in surrender, "I'm just saying."

"Why can't you just go in there by yourself?"

My eyes widened, "Are you crazy? She'll kill me in there, I can't go in alone."

He folded his arms ,"Aren't you overreacting a bit?"

I shook my head, "I'm not, she really will kill me. She even said so herself when they took her away."