"Let me get a few things straightened out here, first you try to befriend him, which so far is working. Then afterwards, he gets you a dog? How does that work out?"

"I'm not very sure. I think he started to feel bad that I had no one else, except him. So he bought me a dog to make up for it."

"And the clothes you were talking about. Can you elaborate on those?"

"Well I thought he had literally bought me some. But come to find out they were old dresses from a storage building, and he had brought them home and washed them. Because before, I only had those sweat pants and t-shirts."

"It seems to me that you guys were getting along rather well."

"Yes, now that I think back, we were getting along very well. I wasn't hiding from him, and he wasn't ignoring me. So it started to work out."

"O.K. so back to the story."

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A knock came through my train of thought. "Raven? Are you in there?" Garrison's muffled voice came through.

"Yeah." I took one last look in the mirror before throwing the door open. "Sorry I took so long, I couldn't decide between two dresses." He gave me a quick look up and down and grinned,

"I definitely like that one," and then quickly added, "it goes good with your eyes."

"Thank you." A yep brought me to look at my new companion, "Do you think we can get Eggo here a collar?"

Breakfast went as usual, but Garrison expressed how he did not want me feeding the dog scraps. Scraps made dogs fat and unhealthy, his words, not mine. And that if he was going to buy dog food, then Eggo was going to eat it.

After breakfast, I went into the living room. I sat on the couch, but quickly decided against it. By the time Garrison had walked in, Eggo and I were rolling on the ground. I had a sock I had found under the couch and he was on his back trying to bite the sock as I rubbed his belly.

Hearing a chuckle brought me out of my and playing, and for the second time that day, he had made me blush. I grinned back, while fixing my dress to look a little more ladylike.

"Pray tell, Mr. Riley, why you find yourself so much better than Mr. Eggo and myself that you can not play with us?" I said in my terrible fake British.

"I…I…uh."

"No need for excuses, but I do believe you should come down here to play with your new roommate."

A few hours later, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get that." Garrison said. Opening up the door, Hazel bustled in carrying a lot of shopping bags.

"Hey ya'll! I've been shopping, then I saw some stores having major sales and decided that Raven may need some updated clothes." I smiled, new clothes sounded fabulous. She dumped the clothes into piles, shirts, pants, socks, underwear, very big piles. "I wasn't very sure about your size. But it'll be O.K. I can always return them if they don't fit."

I was sifting through the pile shirts, there were so many. "Don't fret darling, you can keep as many as you want. Most of that stuff wouldn't fit me anyways." I picked up a couple shirts comparing them. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Garrison sitting on the couch with a very sleepy Eggo in his lap.

"I don't know which one I like best," I turned to Garrison, "which one?"

"I don't care, I like the clothes you have on now," he said snottily.

"Those clothes are out of style, old, and look at that dress, it looks like it's about to fall apart if she moves wrong. I saved you a lot of money Garrison Riley, so be happy and answer the girl's question." I could only smirk, she was right, the clothes were very worn.

"Fine. I like the one on the right. But don't you think you need to try the clothes on?"

"Yeah, but I'm going to go through and find the ones I like, then try them on."

A half an hour later! I had finally found at least ten outfits. I was so happy. Trying on the clothes was fun, it was like a fashion show. Only the undergarments caused a problem.

I said that I would try them on later, and the ones that didn't fit I would put back in a bag and Garrison could give them back to Hazel the next time he saw her. But Hazel wanted to see me in them to make sure I wasn't just saying no because they were too lacey for my liking. But the problem was that she wanted me to come out and model them like the rest of the clothes. I told her no, and Garrison didn't say a thing.

"Raven, he won't say a word. Why are you being so shy? You have a great body, no need to hide it."

"No Hazel, I can't do it. It's not that I'm trying to hide my body, I'm just not comfortable with the idea. If you want to see, come into the bedroom. But I'm not coming out and modeling them." She finally saw the light, and let me try them on in private.

I came out very victorious thanks to Hazel, although Garrison was still somewhat stiff towards the idea that I was not going to be wearing the dresses he brought for me.

Hazel left about fifteen minutes after we had finished with the clothes. I helped her pack everything back in the bags, and then she had to coo over Eggo, which she thought was a perfect name. She also told me that she was going to get the perfect collar for him, and bring it by as soon as she could. After she left, I took my outfits to the laundry room to just freshen them up. While they were washing I asked Garrison to help me go through my draws and clean out my closet for my new clothes, even though it wasn't much.

Two trash bags later, I had a clean closet, and clean clothes to put in the closet. And so I also needed help with putting and sorting all those clothes into neat piles and appropriate drawers. The last pile of clothes to go through was my underwear, which I insisted I could do by myself. Eggo sat on the bed the whole time, and Garrison went to start dinner, for we were so busy doing laundry, he had forgotten to start dinner.

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"O.K. I'm going to interrupt you for a moment."

"Go ahead."

"You haven't talked about the sleeping arrangements. All you said is that he moved you into the master bedroom, which was his bedroom. But that was it. And it's making me wonder if you slept with him or not."

"Oh, well no, I didn't sleep with him. I slept on the bed, and there was a pull out couch in the room which was where he slept. Once I even offered to sleep on the couch, I didn't find it fair that I got his bed and he shifted to a couch. But he insisted that he was absolutely comfortable with the couch. That he had actually gotten a new mattress for it so he was perfectly fine."

"O.K. please proceeds with the story."