Chapter 14
Rachel looked at Stanton. "Could you demonstrate for us?" He nodded, quickly grabbed some clothes, and changed. When he was done, he shifted around to show the effect. He had a black muscle tee underneath a blue and white plaid jacket, dark blue jeans, and his now customary steel-toe boots. She smiled, and explained. "Alright, here's the key, for a night on the town, dancing, etc. There's always a certain look for a specific occasion.
"But, the most important detail, is finding that outfit." She walked back and froth in front of them, acting a like a teacher on the second day of school. "Now, I don't want to lecture you boys, because you really do pick outfits that make you look fantastic. Just that maybe once in a while, you should let go and wear something a little sexy." Somewhat getting the point, they nodded.
"Now, I'll give you my choices, but I wont let you look in a mirror until you're all done." She smiled, then started rummaging through Stanton's closet. "Okay, Chris? Derek? Michael? Collin?" She called out each of their names as she handed them clothes. "Um...Why was I given shorts?" Derek asked, holding up a pair of black boxers. "Don't worry about them. Aren't those new?" She asked Stanton, who nodded.
"Yeah but... who's gonna see them?" She grinned, and said, "A few onlookers." He raised a brow. Suddenly, Stanton covered her eyes, and said to the guys, "Change clothes. She wont peek." She made a face, and she waited. She tried to think about what she was going to wear, but at the rustle of clothes she kept on getting distracted. "Okay." Stanton said, and uncovered her eyes. She grinned, very proud of her accomplishments.
"Who wants to see first?" She asked cheerily. Derek tentatively raised his hand. She took his arm, and opened the mirror door of the closet. Derek's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. She picked light blue pants, a loose, sleeveless white tee, the lower arm as low as his upper pecks. "You like it?" she questioned worriedly. "It's so hard to find a good look for a hot red head." She hinted with a grin.
He turned to her, gave a weak chuckle, and looked at his reflection. "You like it." She confirmed, then turned to the rest of them. "Next?" Michael's hand shot up. She pulled him over, and had to shove Derek away. Michael's reaction was just about the same, except for the clothes. Black pants, a white tee, and a blue jean vest with black fingerless gloves.
She shook her head, and thanked her lucky stars that he didn't look a like a Curt Russell twin. She looked back, and since Chris had already seen his outfit, a wife-beater and black jeans with green boxers, because of his good fashion sense that she supposed he had picked up from her, she asked, "Collin?" He nodded, and came up to her. She took his arm, a put him front of the mirror.
A black muscle tee underneath a loose Hawaiian print shirt, and topping it off with dark blue jeans. She looked at him worriedly, and she peeked into his mind. When she came out, she was grinning from ear to ear. She turned wildly on all of them, and shouted, "Makeup!" She walked to her room, but when she turned, she found only Stanton and Chris had followed her. She rolled her eyes, and they patiently waited.
After a few minutes, they came in, apparently very happy. "Thanks." Collin said with the warmest smile she had ever seen from him. What a beautiful smile. She smiled back. That one word said it all. She jumped up, "Okay," She ran to her vanity, and dug out the eyeliner, glitter, and foundation. She grinned again, and got to work. She had Stanton help her, and within moments, all the guys in the room were probably the hottest bunch in L.A.
Finally, in the midst of the excitement, she said, "Okay, okay, hold it down! You see, I think maybe, before we leave tonight that you should learn to dance." Since she had done nothing to stir them wrong so far, no one protested, and she turned on her new stereo. The beat pounded, and after a quick moment of closed eyes, she danced to the it. Just random moves that could have been done with practice, but really didn't need any.
Stanton laughed, swung in, and joined her. They showed off their moves, and were able to step just right to every note. "How do you do that?" Derek asked. She did a quick spin. "Remember what I first said the night I met you guys?" Stumped, they shook their heads. She laughed once more, and overwhelmed with the joy of dancing, she threw her hands to the heavens, and shouted, "Anyone can swing of they've got the instinct!"
Rachel looked at Stanton. "Could you demonstrate for us?" He nodded, quickly grabbed some clothes, and changed. When he was done, he shifted around to show the effect. He had a black muscle tee underneath a blue and white plaid jacket, dark blue jeans, and his now customary steel-toe boots. She smiled, and explained. "Alright, here's the key, for a night on the town, dancing, etc. There's always a certain look for a specific occasion.
"But, the most important detail, is finding that outfit." She walked back and froth in front of them, acting a like a teacher on the second day of school. "Now, I don't want to lecture you boys, because you really do pick outfits that make you look fantastic. Just that maybe once in a while, you should let go and wear something a little sexy." Somewhat getting the point, they nodded.
"Now, I'll give you my choices, but I wont let you look in a mirror until you're all done." She smiled, then started rummaging through Stanton's closet. "Okay, Chris? Derek? Michael? Collin?" She called out each of their names as she handed them clothes. "Um...Why was I given shorts?" Derek asked, holding up a pair of black boxers. "Don't worry about them. Aren't those new?" She asked Stanton, who nodded.
"Yeah but... who's gonna see them?" She grinned, and said, "A few onlookers." He raised a brow. Suddenly, Stanton covered her eyes, and said to the guys, "Change clothes. She wont peek." She made a face, and she waited. She tried to think about what she was going to wear, but at the rustle of clothes she kept on getting distracted. "Okay." Stanton said, and uncovered her eyes. She grinned, very proud of her accomplishments.
"Who wants to see first?" She asked cheerily. Derek tentatively raised his hand. She took his arm, and opened the mirror door of the closet. Derek's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. She picked light blue pants, a loose, sleeveless white tee, the lower arm as low as his upper pecks. "You like it?" she questioned worriedly. "It's so hard to find a good look for a hot red head." She hinted with a grin.
He turned to her, gave a weak chuckle, and looked at his reflection. "You like it." She confirmed, then turned to the rest of them. "Next?" Michael's hand shot up. She pulled him over, and had to shove Derek away. Michael's reaction was just about the same, except for the clothes. Black pants, a white tee, and a blue jean vest with black fingerless gloves.
She shook her head, and thanked her lucky stars that he didn't look a like a Curt Russell twin. She looked back, and since Chris had already seen his outfit, a wife-beater and black jeans with green boxers, because of his good fashion sense that she supposed he had picked up from her, she asked, "Collin?" He nodded, and came up to her. She took his arm, a put him front of the mirror.
A black muscle tee underneath a loose Hawaiian print shirt, and topping it off with dark blue jeans. She looked at him worriedly, and she peeked into his mind. When she came out, she was grinning from ear to ear. She turned wildly on all of them, and shouted, "Makeup!" She walked to her room, but when she turned, she found only Stanton and Chris had followed her. She rolled her eyes, and they patiently waited.
After a few minutes, they came in, apparently very happy. "Thanks." Collin said with the warmest smile she had ever seen from him. What a beautiful smile. She smiled back. That one word said it all. She jumped up, "Okay," She ran to her vanity, and dug out the eyeliner, glitter, and foundation. She grinned again, and got to work. She had Stanton help her, and within moments, all the guys in the room were probably the hottest bunch in L.A.
Finally, in the midst of the excitement, she said, "Okay, okay, hold it down! You see, I think maybe, before we leave tonight that you should learn to dance." Since she had done nothing to stir them wrong so far, no one protested, and she turned on her new stereo. The beat pounded, and after a quick moment of closed eyes, she danced to the it. Just random moves that could have been done with practice, but really didn't need any.
Stanton laughed, swung in, and joined her. They showed off their moves, and were able to step just right to every note. "How do you do that?" Derek asked. She did a quick spin. "Remember what I first said the night I met you guys?" Stumped, they shook their heads. She laughed once more, and overwhelmed with the joy of dancing, she threw her hands to the heavens, and shouted, "Anyone can swing of they've got the instinct!"