Chapter 138

We approach the huge fashion house and i sigh with something of a decided resignation in my belly. Whatever is going to happen today will happen, as long as it's getting to know my brother better I'm up for it.

I expect to see something grand like a huge poster spilling out all of Scott's secrets to me, but yet I find nothing. I had expected to see something like a public declaration, or something else along the lines of that stuff, but yet nothing remarkable is happening here. Allure is remarkable enough on it's own, the pristine walls, and high ceilings, and the beautiful mannequins with posters of models modelling outfits in the background. The place looks exactly as you'd expect a fashion house to look. The hustle and bustle of customers makes me realise that this place has gotten more popularity in the past four days that my life has probably gone out of track. I can even recognise a few people from school here, and that makes my stomach heave up.

It seems Eras's aunt's place is more popular than I had thought, and I wonder if this is actually a bad spot or a bad place for us to be carrying out this sort of venture. Oakley doesn't feel the same way though, as the moments we come in she practically gives off something of an excited squeal, as she drives us over to a rack of beautiful chiffon clothing.

I can actually happen to feel not surprised at this, because I realise that is exactly the sort of person Oakley is. Even this mini skirt and top that she has on is so unlike her, that I feel if it wasn't for the fact that she hasn't actually done any real shopping since the time she had come here, she would probably have come out in het nighties.

"So who gets to use Scott first?" I ask, and the devilish happiness in Oakley's eyes tells me she has already gotten first dibs on him. I smile at this, and await my own turn as I begin shopping almost immediately.

It helps me forget all my earlier worries, and i just lose myself in the steady beat of what others would would undoubtedly call shopping, but yet it seems like an adventure to me. It seems like I am a queen rifling through stacks and stacks of fabric, as I find exactly which one is perfect for me. That picture is off on so many levels though, as I am practically excitedly looking at each and every piece of clothe that I can get my hands on, all the while selecting the ones that I'll try on.

"Are you going to try them on?" Scott's asks with something of a tired fascination in his eyes, and both of us let out sarcastic laughs. 

"What were you expecting us to do, before simply touch them and purchase it?" Oakley asks I give him the same look that she's wearing. He stamps his feet on the floor like a little child, the action is oddly cute and both of us laugh it off as i go back to me rifling through the stacks and stacks of clothes.

"Silly boy" I say, and Oakley lets out another laugh.