"Here we are!" Tom proclaimed as he drove into the parking lot of the store XLLent Gents. As Tom described cheerfully during the forty minute car ride, he had specifically chose this store for its "renowned reputation" due to its inclusion of high-fashion, plus-sized attire and its in-store "clothing maintenance" services like tailoring or button replacement.

Owen, who had been snacking on a breakfast burrito in the front seat during the drive, let out an amazed whistle. "Man, I've never been to an XL store this huge."

"That's because you've never been shopping with me! When it comes to clothing, I don't play around." He unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for his smartphone. After finding the app accessing the phone's camera, he held the phone up "selfie-style" so that he and Owen were in the shot.

"HEY, FASHIONISTAS!" exclaimed Tom after pressing record, causing Owen to jump in his seat in surprise. "Tom's got a real treat for you today! With the help of reality star and Total Drama Island winner, Owen, we'll be diving head first into the world of plus-sized men's fashion! Say hi to my fashionable viewers, Owen!"

"Huh? Oh! Uh, hi, everyone!"

"Now that we've got our intros out of the way, time to get shopping! See you inside! B-R-B!" With that, Tom ended and saved the recording into his phone. "You're a real pro at vlogging. Well, I shouldn't be surprised since Total Drama probably knocked the camera-shy out of you."

Owen nodded. "Yeah, I've gotten used to people wanting my close-up, but I still catch myself looking for cameras in the bathroom."

While they got out of the car and started towards the store, Tom pulled out his phone again. "Okay, so once inside follow me towards the front. I called ahead, and got a personal assistant reserved for just us and our vlog. Oh, you cannot believe how excited I am! I just love makeover trips."

"Ha, I had a feeling. You told me 10 times during the car ride."

Tom blushed in embarrassment. "Oops, have I? I'm sorry if I've been too overzealous."

Owen shook his head and smiled at him. "No, it's ok. Actually, it's nice to have someone being positive for once. Like, back when I did Total Drama, everyone got so tense as the episodes went along, and it only got worse as the seasons progressed. Haha, you know you kinda remind of Izzy."

Tom raised his eyebrow. "The crazy redhead who wore, like, only green everything?"

"Hey, she's not really crazy. She's more…uh, eccentric than anything. Anyway, she was one of the only people who kept the fun energy up during the games." Owen smiled to himself nostalgically, remembering how close he and Izzy were in the first season.

Tom noticed the dreamy look in Owen's eyes, and couldn't help but smile. Something about that expression made Owen appear a bit adorable to him.

"Do you miss her at all?"

"It depends. I mean, it's not as bad as it was when she first broke up with me, but whenever a horror movie's on, I remember how she'd snuggle up in my lap and how cute she laughed whenever a character got murdered."

"Oh well that's…charming." Tom said with an awkward smile of reassurance.

"Yeah. Anyway, it's refreshing to be around someone as upbeat as you."

"Aw, thanks!" As they reached the front door of the store, Tom pulled Owen close next to him and held his phone above their heads. "Pre-make-up selfie! Ready?"

Owen shrugged, knowing it was gonna happen whether he wanted to or not.

Both smiling at the camera, Tom snapped the picture. "Oh, we look real cute together."

Owen looked down at the photo. "Looks like you got my good side," he joked.

Tom put his phone again in his pocket and reached for the door handle. "Ready to change your wardrobe?"

"Not as ready as I am for that buffet you promised." With an exchange of grins, they both walked into the store, ready for their shopping adventure.

XOXO

"What a haul! Now that's what I call a shopping trip!" Tom smiled to himself as he helped carry in the bagged merchandise from the car trunk into Owen's room. Thanks to the shopping, Owen now had four new outfits worth a total of $368 and two to-go boxes full of buffet food worth $10.

After placing the food in the fridge, Owen joined Tom upstairs to assist him with his new clothes. "I'll make some room in the closet for these tomorrow," Owen stated. "For now we'll keep them in the bags."

"Whatever you like, my budding model." Tom placed the bags he had on the beanbag chair, and glanced around for an outlet. "Well, all that filming basically wasted my battery. Mind if I stay and use my charger here for a bit?"

"After all you did for me today, you can stay as long as you want." Owen smiled and helped Tom plug his phone into the outlet located behind his fridge. "Um, are you sure that we didn't spend too much? Because if you need me to pay you back I could—"

"Nonsense! I told you I'm technically not the one paying. With the sponsorships I get from my blog as well as the help of my dad's credit card, I didn't spend a dime."

"Oh, right. Sorry, it's just I've never spent that much clothes shopping before."

"That's funny. It's been awhile since I spent that little while clothes shopping before." Tom laughed to himself and sat next to Owen on his bed. He glanced out the window for a moment; the sun had finally set, and stars began to fade into the evening sky.

"I have to thank you again for all this. Not only were the clothes awesome, but the buffet was one of the best I ever had. Who knew blueberry waffles and strawberry syrup would taste so good together?" Owen licked his lips and rubbed his stomach.

Tom nodded in agreement. "I was surprised you only got six plates. The last time we ever were at an all-you-could-eat place, you had at least twice that."

Owen shrugged. "This place's food was a lot more filling than most buffets. Besides, now that I'm a model, I have to keep my girlish figure." He chuckled at his own joke.

Tom caught himself grinning up at Owen, finding his laughter pleasant. He blushed a bit, and looked at Owen's wall clock: 8:15pm.

"So," Owen asked breaking the silence again, "which of my outfits was your favorite?"

"Hmmm…" Tom fingered through the clothing in the bags, thoughtfully considering each option. After some thought, he pulled out the oxford blue blazer, the gray button-down, and the pair of dark grey relaxed-fit jeans. "Definitely this one!"

"Haha, yeah?"

"This outfit was the one that surprised me when you put it on. Everything fit so perfectly on you, even before the minor hem tailoring."

"Aw, shucks! Yeah, usually jeans are just hell to wear, but these were definitely comfortable. Plus, I like the way the blazer makes me feel if that makes sense." Owen took the blazer out of Tom's hands, and put it on over his maple leaf shirt. As he stood up to show it off, his shoulders were noticeably straighter. "It makes me feel…important. I don't get to feel like that often so it's a nice change." He chuckled to himself, blushing for admitting that out loud.

Tom beamed in excitement. "That's how clothes should make you feel! Like I always say, clothes aren't meant to change the man; they're meant to compliment him." Tom stood in front of Owen and put the blue paisley handkerchief in the pocket square of the jacket. "Besides, I have to admit, you do look great in this. Then again, I'm a sucker for a guy in suit attire," Tom flirted, winking up at Owen.

"Oh! Ah, well, thanks," Owen said a bit flustered, not having been flirted with in a long while.

Tom giggled at Owen's cheeks turning a deep red; he loved making men blush. He began eyeing Owen more closely. Owen's blonde bangs were grown out a bit more than usual, some strands covering his eyes. Since it was summer, a few faint freckles became noticeable along Owen's nose. True, Owen was much bigger than the boys he normally flirted with, but something about Owen's frame interested Tom. He just looked…soft.

"Y-you feeling okay, Tom?"

"Hm?"

"You keep staring at me."

Tom giggled to himself. "I'm sorry. I guess it's that jacket attracting me to you as all." Tom traced his finger along the collar of the jacket. "Like I said, I'm a sucker for men in work wear."

The repeated caress of Tom's slender finger along his chest both shocked and comforted Owen. It was now Owen's turn to eye Tom: slender frame, lovely eyes behind the rims of his glasses, thin lips curved into a somewhat suggestive smirk. Clearly, Tom wasn't a female yet Owen's heart began to skip from his touch as it used to do for Izzy. Without thinking, Owen leaned down and planted a small kiss on the boy's cheek, causing Tom to let out a gasp of surprise.

Suddenly, Owen jumped back, realizing what he had just done. "Aw, man. I'm sorry! I-I…" Owen couldn't find words to explain the amount of desire he had to experience intimacy with Tom.

Tom's speechlessness didn't help Owen either. Tom just stared up at him with a slightly agape mouth and light blush across his cheeks. Owen wished for him to say something, even if it was words of anger, but Tom stood motionless and silent.

Fearful he had done something wrong, Owen hurriedly handed Tom his belongings and pushed him out into the hallway. "I'll see you later if you want, but right now…Goodnight."

With that, Owen shut and locked his bedroom door and sat down on his bed, letting frustration and confusion bring tears to his eyes.