"What? Why do you want me to wear this?"

I shook my head, the poor Canadian had never understood fashion.

"Because, it's what's cool! Don't you want to be cool?"

"Yeah, but I don't want to look like I crawled out of the seventies,"

"That's the point. It's cool."

Now I was starting to get really annoyed. Why didn't she just accept that fashion isn't about liking yourself in the outfit, but how others liked you in it? Bootcuts were so out, and poor poor Meg had no idea. Well, maybe she did, but the problem is, is that she didn't care.

"Come on, just try it! You can be a hipster! Don't you want to be a hipster my darling Meg?"

She cringed as I shoved the scarf and button up at her,

"...Hipster?"

I sighed, "Yes, Meg. Hipsters. Haven't you ever heard of them? They're pretty annoying but I've got to admit, they are pretty stylin'."

Meg's eyebrows arched, "You don't think I'm annoying, so you?"

I had nothing to say to that.

"Just try it on," I snorted shoving her towards a corner in the back of the store.

"Maybe we should go somewhere else? There's no dressing rooms here?"

"MEG YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE JUST TRY IT ON."

I turned my back to her, keeping watch to try and make sure there were no people around. I don't really know why I was though, it's not like I could've stopped them or anything.

"Okay, I'm done." she said in that annoyingly meek voice of hers.

I turned to see her looking, well, very hipstery.

"How do I look?"

"Like a hipster."

Meg pouted, folding her arms.

"I mean. especially with those glasses. You have the scarf, the shirt, the old, hideous shoes-"

"These were my grandmother's!"

"Exactly. And the annoying personality to match!"

"...I thought you said I wasn't annoying!"

Once again, I avoided the subject.

"So, should I buy it?"

"If you want to look like a hipster, all up to you Meggs."

I had the feeling she was getting annoyed, but then put these feelings away when I realized nobody could possibly get annoyed by me.

"What if I told you that I didn't want to be a hipster?"

"Then I'd tell you that you have poor taste in fashion."

"But you aren't a hipster."

"That's a bit different Meg."

"Not really."

She narrowed her eyes, "Turn back around, I want to get into my clothes."

I sighed, turning my back on her again. I don't get why she was so self conscious about this, I mean, we used to bathe together! But then again, that was when we were four.

"Okay, I'm done." I turned back around.

"Gonna buy that Meg?"

"No. I'm not a hipster."

"Fine, then I'll buy it."

A look of horror spread across her face, "What?! I thought you said you didn't want to be a hipster?!"

I shrugged, "I don't. I won't really wear it, I'll probably just stare at it or something."

"You can't just do that! There's probably somebody out there who would want it, and actually wear it!"

I shrugged once more, "Sucks for them."

I started reaching for the outfit in her hands when she slapped my reaching fingers away.

"No!" she shrieked, "Fine, I'll buy them! I'll actually wear them!"

Internally, I rejoiced. For now my sister was becoming a hipster. And nobody liked hipsters. Now, I would finally become the favorite sibling.

Not like I wasn't before, but this was just making that crystal clear to those who were blind enough to see it.

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