Chapter 134

Oakley gets ready quickly enough, and from the discontented look that Scott wears as he trails behind her, I know she has managed to rope him in.

I can do nothing but gape at both of them, mouth wide open, as they make their way to meet me outside.

Oakley looks stunning enough in a simple mini skirt and neon green top. I can only imagine how it would seem to other people that these two colours would not mix well, but she on her, it totally does. The green isn't something of a green, as much as it's lemon, but yet the moment you take your eyes off it, it seems to turn green once again.

Forget Oakley at this point, Scott looks totally amazing. He looks totally stunning in this outfit has managed to whip together, a stunning floral shirt with light blue jeans, and the simplest sneakers i have ever seen.

It seems it's the sneakers that get me to notice how this outfit is totally unlike my brother. The sneakers, I would admit are like him, but yet the other parts are simply not.

The way he looks prepped up to perfection, like he was eagerly awaiting seeing someone, made me know exactly what had happened here. Oakley had bullied him into coming.

I realise this fact with something of a laugh coming out my mouth, plus the look he's wearing is truly amusing. He looks like a baby who has been coaxed into giving up a prized possession, the prized possession in this case being his free day. 

"Exactly why do I have to accompany you guys on this stupid trip?" he says, and Oakley gives him something of a dirty glance.

"Because you owe me, and you know you want to come along". The way she says the last part is hilarious, as it's almost like she's asking him a question. It would have been more like "you know you want to come along right?", but yet she omits the right totally, and she simply states it as a fact, a factual question.

"Do you want to come along?" I ask, still laughing and the disgruntled shrug he gives me. It makes me know that there is no way he would want to come along, but yet he still follows us willingly.

I can't seem to stop noticing how he looks so perfect today, his whole being has been styled into perfection, and I consider my former theory in my head.

If Scott was crushing on Oakley, then why should Oakley be taking the pains to make him look perfect for a surprisingly nonsensical trip we are taking.

It all doesn't make sense to me, but yet I know that there is still something of a chance that I would figure out what is going on today.

The day hasn't come to an end yet, and it is far from doing so. There is still an opportunity for me to figure out exactly what is going on between these two. It seems it is at the dime minute that I remember exactly who's fashion house we are going to.

I groan internally at the realisation.