Who knew this idea worked better as a drabble? Still sucks, but whatever.
For Rhiannon Leigh Black.
"So, what do you think?"
Rynne lowered the magazine to look at Phil, though quickly raising it to hide her face.
"What are you wearing?" she asked, her entire face going crimson.
"Jeans." He answered slowly, dragging out the word.
The drummer blushed deeper. It was true; the straight edge Superstar was, in fact, wearing jeans.
Just jeans.
"I get that. But... why?" She asked, trying to keep from wondering about his underwear.
Phil shrugged. "Leesie told me they look good."
She rolled her eyes. 'Leave it to Leesie to buy him apple bottom jeans. Like his ass needs them.'