Please don't think.

"Aurum," She snapped her head in my direction once I called her name, "I'm thinking about doing something," I informed her, as she creased her brows on the couch away from me.

My terrible human of a sister scoffed in mockery, "You're thinking? That's never a good thing."

I had lost her attention now, as she returned to typing away on her laptop. If we were sitting on the same couch, I would have proceeded to hit her upside the head.

"Shush."

"I'm just saying...."

Rather than linger on her possible insult and mockery, I decided to inform her of my amazing plan instead.

Doing a quick drumroll in my head, "Why don't I reflect my personality in what I wear?" Just for the sake of it, I also did jazz hands for theatrics.

You'll expect my enthusiasm to be reciprocated, but no, Aurum had a deadpanned expression instead.

"Your personality reflects in everything you do already." Letting out an exasperated sigh, she turned off her laptop, giving me all her attention. "The way you refuse to walk but would rather skip. The way you insist on greeting every living thing that walks by you on the road."

"Not every living thing." I argued, huffing, "I don't greet plants." Only because that would simply be atrocious, and because I wouldn't get a response.

Otherwise, I don't see any why as to why I shouldn't greet plants.

As for the skipping rather than walking thing, I believe it's a great way to exercise my legs. They just don't get it.

"Trust me, that's how I know you're sane." I didn't need to see her wiggle her brows to know that every bit of her words was laced with sarcasm.

"You know how in Brute, Jotham refuses to wear suits to work? Just to break the stereotype and to show that he can still be himself out of a stuffy corporate wear."

It is one of my favorite parts of the story. Jotham Wright as a character in the story would always show up to work in ripped jeans and a plain white t-shirt every single day. It drove his parents mad, but he didn't want the stuffy stereotype. It was him just being himself, that's what I'm aiming for.

"Okay...." She trailed off, possibly furrowing her brows, "But he wears suits in person right?"

"Yes." I nodded. At least the last time I saw him, he was dressed in one. "At the end of the day, he eventually accepts to start dressing like an average CEO."

"Hmmm. What's your point?"

Uh-oh, Aurum yawned, sounding bored already. Now is my time to shine!!!

Putting on my big-girl pants, and sharpening the edge of my voice I asked, "You know how I'm a cloth designer?" {In case you didn't know, I'm informing you now.}

"Really?" Once I heard her gasp, I knew it will be a thread of sarcasm and I wasn't wrong. "You are? I had no idea. I thought all those emails I received came from the plants you refuse to greet." After speaking, she narrowed her eyes glaringly.

Sheesh, was it now an issue to ask questions around her?

"Tone down the sarcasm will you?"

"I hear ya."

"Anyways, I am a cloth designer but I never wear what I design. Isn't that weird?"

This has been the question lingering in my head for a while now. I still shop from target and Shein, which I find ironic since I make clothes.

It wouldn't be a problem if the clothes actually reflected my personality. But they don't. It's just another regular t-shirt.

"I guess so..." Her wavering look showed that she was also thinking about it, "But it doesn't matter right?"

Of course, it matters!!! I'm depriving my body of the privilege of dressing the way I want to.

"I look terrible in normal clothes."

"No, you look terrible in formal clothes." Her shoulders shook in laughter, "It's like forcing a raccoon into a skirt." Aurum's not ladylike cackle surrounded me like a veil.

Clutching onto my chest, I feigned a yelp of pain, "Ouch." It's like a dagger just went through my heart {dramatically}.

"I'm just adding my opinion here." Not having any ounce of empathy, she shrugged it off.

"Pfft. You are right. I want to look more like... myself." Just as she said, my personality reflects in everything I do. This....shouldn't be an exemption.

"Then don't wear clothes."

I just had to throw my hands in the air, "How am I the weird one?" Her comment left my jaw open. 

"You chained yourself to the door of a restaurant that was about to be shut down." Yup, I definitely did once. "Meanwhile, I only pointed out that the best way to bring out your personality is if you don't wear anything. Can you see the difference?" Cocking her head, she smirked mischievously. 

"Urgh."

Noticing my frustration, she was kind enough to ask, "What do you want to do Makena?"

"Design my clothes!!!" Finally given the opportunity to shine, I clapped my hands, giddy with excitement, "I love t-shirts, crop tops, and hoodies, as you know already."

"Okay...."

"And sweatpants." Basically all things comfortable. 

"And jeans." She indulged me by adding, "You love jeans, and you hate skirts."

"Yes. Yes. I want to start by designing my t-shirt. Make it a fashion statement." Of course, it wouldn't be dramatic enough if I didn't add more jazz hands, which I did.

"I feel like you have everything planned out in your head already."

Chuckling to myself, "In fact, I do." I kid you not when I say there is a whole drawing board chilling inside my head.

"Go wild Makena. If there's one thing you're good at, it's being creative."

I wanted to point out that I am also good at being ridiculously awesome, but I settled with, "That is correct." It's probably a smart idea to not push Aurum's buttons.

Seeing as our conversation was over, she could now leave without me sending death threats. She stood up from the couch, laptop in hand, her dignity in the other.

Just out of formalities, Aurum thought it wise to inform me by saying, "I'm going to Dee's."

It didn't take me up to a second to decide that I'll be coming with.

"I'll come with you."

"With...With me?" For some reason, best known to her, she stuttered, "Why?"

Also for another reason best known to her, her voice had a squeakier pitch to it.

"I want to come up with my ideas in a place that smells like dreamland and pastries." And don't you dare think that I have forgotten to keep an eye on her. She's still hiding something, yes, I am nosy enough to not let it go until the end.

"Okay then. Why not?"