AN: I wish I could say something like "The long awaited first real chapter!" But, you know, it has no reviews. So the only one really awaiting it was me, I guess. This chapter is shorter than I would've liked but hey look it's done!

Marlee shook her head "Okay, you guys really need some new clothes."

"What's wrong with what we got on now?" Milward asked, glancing down to his attire.

Louis made a face of disgust as he offered "Well, for one, you've been wearing the same thing since you got here."

"And it doesn't really help with the whole blending in thing." Marlee supplied.

Cavis frowned "I really don't see how it's a problem. Our looks are classic!"

"Do I have to get rid of my silly mustache?" Milward asked, pouting a bit.

Marlee and Cavis said "No" while Louis said "Yes"

While the mustache decision was left without a permanent solution, the four found themselves at the local mall. Cavis was able to find some newer suits along with a couple of pairs of khakis and dress shirts. He refused to take off the top hat. Marlee was about to blow a casket. Louis rubbed her shoulders and promised he'd take care of it.

Cavis, meanwhile, was getting pretty fed up with Marlee's insistence that he lose the top hat. Milward thought it might help if he rubbed Cavis' shoulders and promised to take care of it, but then he realized that his relationship with Cavis wasn't quite the same of Marlee's with Louis.

Speaking of Milward, there wasn't much at the mall for him. He was incredibly tall and extremely lanky, not many clothing stores in the mall carried clothes for his body type. Louis assured him that it was totally normal. "I usually have a hard time finding clothes that fit me, too."

Marlee's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "You guys are pretty well the same size, why don't you lend him some of your clothes?"

Louis was all for this idea. After all, he only ever really wore about five sweaters and three pairs of pants. Well, originally, of course. Until the incident.

And really, he didn't want to blame Marlee. After all, it was mostly Milward's fault. Marlee wasn't the one making a big deal out of it. And man, did it ever grind his gears to see Milward in all of his ill-fitting sweaters and skinny jeans after that.

In actuality, it was totally innocent. Marlee had stepped out of Louis' room for a minute while Milward had been changing. Honestly, it was nothing that bad. He was only shirtless. But there had been a short squeal and Louis had rushed out to see what's wrong. And Marlee's eyes had lingered a little too long for his liking. And she was giggling nervously, and he looked even more flustered than she was.

After he covered up and sheepishly took solace in Louis' bathroom, things started to get strained between the three of them. It started with Louis commenting that the sweaters looked off on Milward "I don't know, I just don't think he pulls them off."

Marlee simply rolled her eyes as she replied "You can't pull them off. I'm glad you stick to your sweatervests, they look a whole lot better."

Which, of course, made Louis feel a little miffed. And he didn't like the way Marlee was looking at Milward, come to think of it. And he really didn't like the way Milward was looking at Marlee. Of course, neither Marlee nor Milward seemed to pick up on this. The only one who seemed to notice was Cavis.

"That really bugs you, huh?" he commented offhandedly, while he watched Louis watch Marlee giggle at something Milward had said. A few days had passed since the whole shopping fiasco, and while they'd tried to devote all their free energy into working on the musical, Louis had noticed Milward and Marlee had been spending quite a lot of musical writing time doing what he could only describe as flirting with each other.

Surprised, Louis, shook his head, coughing a bit before answering "What? No. I mean, it's not like anything's gonna happen. Marlee's too busy for a relationship anyway. She's always put her career first. And with the musical, well, she just won't." he explained, nodding in confidence.

"It's okay to be a little jealous, you know." Cavis tried.

"Pff? What? Me? Jealous? Of a guy with a stupid mustache?" Louis paused, frowning a bit, before wondering out loud "Do you think I should try to grow one?"

Cavis inhaled, ready to answer, when Marlee whipped around her eyes narrowed. "Cavis!" she cried angrily "I said no top hats!"

"They're classy!" he argued.

Marlee lept from her spot next to Milward on the piano bench as she cried "They're tacky and anachronistic! Take it off!"

"Make me!"

Milward and Louis sighed in unison. There was no way Marlee was going to win this one.