This is more of a starter chapter so don't be dissuaded by the fact that not much happens! I promise it gets better :) Please have patience and try to hold out until at least chapter three before you give up!

"No that's my favourite shirt!" Lydia moaned from her bed as Allison held onto the, black and white, plaid fabric.

"Come on Lydia, I know what I'm doing: I have an A in my design class. I'll just add a couple stitches in the sides and take in the sleeves a little"

"No Allison, its my favourite!" Lydia winged. "Don't give me those puppy dog eyes, they're not going to work this time" she called, folding her arms and turning away from her best friend.

"Fine" Allison replied, looking defeated. Suddenly a plan sprung into her head and she smirked at the red head that sat turned away from her. "I mean if Stiles didn't notice you in it before, he's definitely not going to notice you in it when it makes you sexy" she asserted smugly and sarcastically.

Lydia rotated back towards the girl with a sigh. "Fine!" she choked, dramatically folding her arms in pretend annoyance.

Allison squealed and unlatched her sewing kit, grinning from ear to ear as she set to work on fixing her friends oversized plaid shirt

The boisterous hum of the alarm woke the girls at 7:00am the next morning. Lydia groaned loudly as Allison leaped onto her lap in excitement.

"Lydia wake up!" she shrieked. "We need to try on the shirt!" She added, bouncing up and down on top of the aggravated teenager.

Lydia whimpered sleepily as the duvet was thrown to the other side of the room and her arm was yanked forward, forcing her to sit up.

Allison skipped to the indigo chair in which the newly fixed shirt lay.

"Put it on!" she chirped as she threw the material at the strawberry blondes face, making her flinch in irritation.

Lydia half heartedly shook off her pyjama top and folded the flannel around her small frame.

"Its on, are you happy now?" Lydia chortled, buttoning it up and wiping the sleep out of her tired eyes.

"Stand up and I'll be able to answer" Allison retorted, pulling Lydia's arms forward again to make her stand and gazing at the, now perfectly fitted, shirt. "Lydia its great! You look amazing" She clucked excitedly, dragging Lydia towards the mirror in the corner of the room.

Lydia gaped at the figure she didn't realise she had. Allison had brought the sides in to compliment her curve. She has also shortened the huge sleeves, making Lydia look like an actual woman in her favourite shirt.

"Now it's time for your make-up" Allison concluded, opening the little pink box she kept all of her make-up in.

"Do we have to?" Lydia huffed, sitting down in her chair and looking at her pale features in the mirror.

"Yes!" Allison replied, getting the concealer ready. "Now close your eyes woman"

Thank you so much for reading :) Please let me know how you like it so far, I promise Stiles will actually be in the next one!