FASHION-LACKING (S.A)
DISCLAIMER: Yes, I do not own Twilight or any of its wonderful characters. I only play with them!
A/N: This is my first fan fiction, so please leave a review and I will post more onto this little series!
JPOV
Jasper, oh my, what the HELL are you wearing?" I cringed when Alice yelled this at me. I had just walked out of our closet. She was immediately at my chest, motioning for my to take off my shirt. For a split second, she pressed against my chest, then ran back to our closet. I had worn jeans with boots and a sweater. Apparently I wasn't supposed to though.
"Oh my gosh, Jasper! You know, what you are wearing is completely... Completely... Fashion-lacking! You have all the clothes here, you just don't know how to use them!"
Fashion-lacking? You know Alice is mad when she starts inventing words.
Honestly, I didn't care what I was wearing. Alice did. She soon walked back out holding a dark blue button up and dark black jeans. I sighed and took them from her outstretched hand.
"Seriously, next time ask me so I don't have a seizure or something. First, never EVER wear this shirt again. Burn it! How did this even pass my wardrobe inspections anyways? What else are you hiding? It looks like you puked on it or something! Okay, second, never ever wear these... Cowboy boots over your jeans. It looks tacky." she said. I didn't understand. I had been in a constant fight with her to keep my boots. She had finally given in when I had bribed her with world-wide shopping.
"But you wear boots over jeans..." I started and faded off when she gave me a look.
"Listen, Jazz, only girls can wear boots over jeans. And even then, never cowboy boots! Okay, you know what? I am going shopping with Rose and Esme, okay? Emmett and Carlisle need new things too..." I gave her my best 'murder me now' look.
She swatted my chest. "You're not coming, don't worry." she said finally. She stared at me, with annoyance and worry emanating off of her.
Without warning, she ducked down and untied my boots. I sighed. She must have caught that wouldn't actually change.
"I am going now. If I come back and you are still wearing this... This disaster, you will be in mega trouble." she waggled a finger at me seriously and turned to walk out, grabbing her purse on the way out.
"Boots over jeans..." she was muttering under her breath as she went to find Esme and Rosalie.
As soon as she was out of earshot, I sighed deeply. Why did it have to be my wife who carried the curse of loving fashion?
