Plaid
She had started wearing plaid. It was a habit she picked up without meaning to.
She had taken one of his shirts one morning and wore it to school. She didn't realize what she was starting, but she didn't regret it.
Soon her closet was full with the pattern and flannel material.
Monday she wore a plaid shirt buttoned up over a t-shirt. Tuesday she wore a bandanna with a plaid pattern around her head. Wednesday she tied a plaid shirt around her waist and left it there all day. Thursday was a knee length skirt with her favorite pattern that she had found with her friend. Friday she wore another plaid shirt, unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up.
Her friends had started to notice. They began to take note on her unconscious habit.
He noticed. He thought it was hot and his possessive instincts had immediately kicked in at first sight of her display.
His best friend noticed. He thought it was endearingly adorable, especially when he had to nudge his friend to get him to stop staring at his girlfriend and get to class.
Her best friend began to pick up on it. She simply smirked to herself and kept walking.
She had started a bad habit. Ok, so maybe it wasn't bad, but she might not be able to stop. But she didn't want to.
Let's just say that she was planning on having her brides maids wear plaid over their dresses.
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