A.N.: I don't usually write about a series until it's over for fear of going against canon, but this is just a short, fluffy, Megaforce bit. Reviews are appreciated.
Donate. Keep. Emma leafed through hanger after hanger in her closet, deciding carefully which garments were okay, and which had run their course. For the most part she was running on one simple rule: the pink had to stay, everything else was up for debate. This sweater could go: blue wasn't working for her. She tossed it, hanger and all onto the bed where her best friend caught it.
"Em, why do you have so many pairs of jeans?" Gia asked, removing the hanger and folding the sweater as Emma examined a purple blouse. "I mean, realistically, you only really need two or three."
"Realistically?" Emma turned quickly. "Tell me you didn't just say realistically!" Gia looked up from the piles to see Emma's shocked face. "Fashion isn't about realism, Gi. Fashion is about self-expression and art!" She reached back into her closet and pulled two hangers out, each with a pair of jeans hanging crisply on them. "See? The dark ones are high contrast. Wearing them with something pale on top makes a statement. But these," She crossed the second pair in front of the first. "These are really soft and comfortable. If I want to look cute, but still be comfy, I wear this pair."
Gia raised her eyebrows as Emma shifted her gaze between the two hangers, obviously secure in her point. "I don't get it," Gia confessed. "They look the same to me…"
"Okay," Emma sighed, returning the hangers to the closet. "You're just lucky you have me to help."
Gia rolled her eyes, but inside, she was a little hurt- not enough to let it affect her, just a sting. She liked to think that she had a sense of style, even if it was a little different from Emma's overly girly one. Ever since they were kids, though, Emma had insisted on helping her dress. Every begrudged shopping trip since the sixth grade featured Emma's enthusiastic dressing room critiques.
"Hey," Gia said, straining her neck to see what Emma was pulling from the closet now: a yellow cardigan with black cuffs and buttons. She couldn't recall ever seeing Emma wear it at all. "That one's pretty cute."
"You want it?" Emma smiled as she tossed it over her shoulder. It landed perfectly in Gia's lap. "It was a birthday present from my aunt, but yellow always makes my skin look flushed. It'd look great on you, though."
"Are you sure? Your aunt won't mind?" Gia asked, grinning a little. She peeled off the fake leather jacket she'd thrown on this morning and replaced it with the soft fabric of the cardigan. It fit like a glove.
"Nah, I doubt she even remembers."
"Thanks," She said, folding her jacket over her arm and standing up. "We better get these clothes up to the donation center soon. It's going to close."
"Yeah, okay." Emma replied, closing the closet door.