Post by Oliveras Basille on May 5, 2016 0:46:49 GMT
It was that time of year again, summer, summer, summertime sadness. Ollie hated summer because it meant clothes shopping for the next season. Nyx usually went with him, but had other plans with her friends for the day, which meant that he was all on his own. His mother had stopped going shopping with him a few years back when things started feeling insanely awkward. Especially when it came to boxers because she insisted upon the lamest ones with funky designs rather than just good ol Hanes undies that came in red, black and white. And on occasion she'd tried getting him into briefs, which was a whole other kind of awkward.
As he walked through the plaza of stores and smaller businesses, over run by larger businesses, he ran his hand through his hair and immediately regretted choosing today. The stores were practically empty, lucky for him, but he still felt uncomfortable. Oliver always had relied on his sister for her opinion of what looked good. Eccentric as she was, she had good taste for any kind of clothing style he deemed he wanted to try. She kept him away from leather pants and skinny jeans typically, though he had snuck a leather jacket by her the last time.
He began leafing through a rack of clothes, button-ups and flannels when he saw someone watching him. He suddenly felt very self-conscious and focused more intently on the clothes in front of him. Half of them weren't his size, the other half was for the 'rich kids' and when he finally got to a few that he would be able to afford and fit in, he noted the weird floral patterns and sighed in frustration.
This was when his sister would come in handy. A poor defenseless nerd like him couldn't possibly find anything nice to wear for summer that didn't scream DORK.
"Why Gods wasn't I born a woman," He huffed to himself, a little louder than intended.
As he walked through the plaza of stores and smaller businesses, over run by larger businesses, he ran his hand through his hair and immediately regretted choosing today. The stores were practically empty, lucky for him, but he still felt uncomfortable. Oliver always had relied on his sister for her opinion of what looked good. Eccentric as she was, she had good taste for any kind of clothing style he deemed he wanted to try. She kept him away from leather pants and skinny jeans typically, though he had snuck a leather jacket by her the last time.
He began leafing through a rack of clothes, button-ups and flannels when he saw someone watching him. He suddenly felt very self-conscious and focused more intently on the clothes in front of him. Half of them weren't his size, the other half was for the 'rich kids' and when he finally got to a few that he would be able to afford and fit in, he noted the weird floral patterns and sighed in frustration.
This was when his sister would come in handy. A poor defenseless nerd like him couldn't possibly find anything nice to wear for summer that didn't scream DORK.
"Why Gods wasn't I born a woman," He huffed to himself, a little louder than intended.