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I hadn't quite figured out what my thing was yet, but I was certain it was not, nor would it ever be, clothes. Unless they were about vampires or said cool things about Jon Snow. Or told people to go float themselves becauseThe 100kicked some serious ass. Okay, so maybe I did like clothes, but only when I was picking them out for myself and they were about things I enjoyed. I highly doubted Damien would appreciate my taste in clothing; he only wore expensive brand name things, and most of my t-shirts and tanks I had gotten off of Amazon had cost me less than twenty bucks a piece. Based off of some of the price tags that had been left on the things he'd bought for me, I assumed he'd turn his nose up at my twenty-dollar t-shirt even if it did say something cool on it.
Maybe if I got him one based off of a horror movie he loved he might think differently? Probably not.
I was stalling for time. Again.
Damn.
My time was up, and I knew it. I had to face Damien, and I hoped to all that was holy that he wouldn't think my outfit lame or inappropriate for our nights adventure. It was very tempting to just lock the door and hide out in the bathroom for the rest of the night.
I left the bathroom before I could think on it anymore and talk myself out of it.
Abel and Addison were coming up the stairs. Abel was walking backwards, and they were carrying a large, thin box between them.
"What's in the box?" I asked curiously. And why were they carrying it upstairs when the only places to leave anything up here were Dash's bedroom and my own, and Dash didn't like for people to go into his bedroom. Which was somewhat amusing to me, because I now knew he'd like for me to move in there with him. I guess, like most things with the guys, I was the exception to the rule.
"What's in the box?" Abel shouted, and I jumped, shocked at the volume of his voice, it was so incredibly loud.
"You tell me, twin," Addison muttered. "What's in the box?"
I sighed, not wishing to play this game with them at the moment. I was too high strung for their brand of amusement.
"Whatever, guys," I muttered. "I don't even really care."
"Aww," Abel said. "You're no fun tonight, pretty girl."
"Yeah, Ariel," Addison said, "don't you know by now that we only want to play with you when you're being fun?"
I rolled my eyes as I waited for them to get to the top of the stairs so I could head down. They moved passed me, and I got a good look at the writing and the giant picture of a flat screen television on the side of the box.
"What the hell is that?" I asked, which was stupid, because clearly it was a television, it said so on the freaking side of the box. I knew that Dash didn't have a tv in his bedroom, because he said he could just as easily watch it in the living room, and it had only been him and Binx for the longest time so it wasn't like he had to worry about sharing the remote control or fighting over what channel he was going to watch. That tv obviously wasn't meant for his bedroom, so that left my own.
"Where are you even going to put it?" I asked, and I honestly wanted to know. "There's no room for that monster of a television in my bedroom."
"If you say so," Abel said as he walked backwards into my room.
"We are going to mount it to the wall," Addison said, taking pity on me as he followed his brother into my bedroom.
I tapped my fingers against the banister as I stared at my now empty doorway. I heard them moving around in my room.
"Ariel," Damien called up from the bottom of the steps, and I looked down at him. He stood there with his hands held loosely at his sides, a patient look on his face, waiting for me to descend the stairs.
I could stay and mess around with the twins and fight with them over the fact I didn’t need a tv, and I knew they'd argue back with me, and it would likely turn out to be a good time for all of us. Or, I could forget about them and walk down those stairs to meet Damien and go out and do whatever it was he had planned for us tonight.
I left the twins behind in my bedroom and walked down the stairs. It was Quinton who'd said something about the tv they'd gotten for my room the other night, so I figured there would be no returning the stupid thing even if I never used it.
Damien's eyes trailed me over from head to foot as I walked down the stairs, taking in my outfit. I wasn't changing, dang it. I had looked through everything twice, both this morning and half the afternoon in search of the perfect thing to wear. Something cute, but warm, and something he'd purchased for me.
I think I had pulled it off quite nicely, and was proud of myself. And I was comfortable, so bonus for me.
I had on black skinny jeans that clung to my long legs like a second skin. I had to admit, even if only to myself, they looked good on me. I had on a long, white cami with pretty lace edging and a thin, see through black sweater over top of it that had a scooped neck, showed some cleavage, and was really cute but not too girly. I'd put a thin, black jacket over top of it that was lined with soft hoodie material, and had a hood in the back. It buttoned up the front, but I had left it unbuttoned, showing off the sweater and the cami underneath. I had added a red, studded belt to give the mostly black outfit some color, and I'd matched it up with a thin, red head band that was covered in gold sparkles. It matched my belt nicely, and I was thinking red might be my second favorite color.
I had a different pair of boots on tonight than I'd worn the night before. They were black, had a thick sole that gave me an extra two inches of height, and went up to my knees. These ones didn't lace up the front but zipped up the sides. I loved those boots.
The only jewelry I wore was the piercings in my ears and my ever-present lip ring that I only took out to change. The lip ring was black. I had exchanged the studs in my ears for black and red ones that matched my outfit, and my fingernails were painted black.
For a date, it wasn't anything fancy like a dress, but it was the best he was going to get from me because he'd said we were going to be outside... And I didn't really care much for dresses. But, hey, at least I'd gone with something that didn't have a graphic on the front or some weird saying. I was as ready to go as I ever would be.
The appreciative light in Damien's eyes told me that I'd done good.
