„I can’t believe you’re doing this.“ Yasmin said to me, a black shirt in her hands.

I can’t believe it either. I, Kai Liam Mathews, am about go to a Party. Against my expectations since Al asked me on Tuesday to come to his party he has not only not canceled he also texted me a lot about how much he'd appreciate me coming. I just couldn’t bring myself to say no. And now here I am panicking in my room with Yasmin who tries to help me choose my outfit. Yasmin now started to hold the shirt against the light as if she would try to prove if you can see trough it.

„Why is your closet so lame?“ She sighed and threw the shirt on my bed to all the shirts from before. I took a look at my closet and indeed, I only had black shirts, black jeans and black jackets. Even my underwear was black. That has a reason, though. If I had any other color that black I couldn’t say which color it is so I just own black clothes. It was easier and I didn’t really care what I wear anyway. Now that came up to be a problem at least for Yasmin. I couldn’t care less wich color my shirt had but I really don’t know what to wear on parties. The last time I was at a Party I was five years old and that was some boring old rich people party.

„Ok I've got an Idea.“ Yasmin said completely unbothered by the fact that she was practically talking to herself.

„What?“ I answered now a bit annoyed because I knew Yasmin’s Ideas end bad for me almost every time.

„We will go shopping!“ She said with force. Her Eyes oozed from excitement while she looked at me.

I sighed. „Yasmin… we got like two hours until the party starts I just put on some black shirt and jeans.“ „No you don’t!“ She almost screamed at me. „You have to wear a good outfit on your first party!“

Well I guess there is no other choice then. Never contradict a woman! Or better: Never contradict Yasmin. Not to be sexist but this rule has helped me a lot. It was a joke anyway.

Sighing I gave in and a few minutes later we stood in a small shop for clothes. Yasmin occasionally pulled clothes off the hooks and handed them to me. Fifteen minutes and a mountain of clothes later, we where heading to the fitting rooms. They where more like contains in a edge than ‚fitting rooms‘ but who cares.

„Okay you have to put the orange one on first!“ Yasmin declares, and pulls a shirt with a picture of a Rottweiler and a big lettering next to the picture from the stack in my arms. I look at the lettering then look at her and shake my head with a smile. „Seriously?“ I ask.

„What?“ She says grinning.

‚Don’t talk to me I bite!‘ Stands on the shirt. I put it on but I know she probably wouldn’t want me to wear that to the party anyway.

I put on one outfit after another until Yasmin gives me a thumbs up. We decided for ripped black jeans, a turtleneck shirt without sleeves and a red jeans jacket (At least Yasmin said she was red). After we paid we walked back home.

„I kill you if the jacked is actually pink or something.“ I say laughing.

„What to gay for you?“ Yasmin answers grinning.

„No. But I would like to know why people stare at me.“ I state.

„They will stare at you because youre damn Hot.“ Yasmin says earnest. „But the jacket is red. Would Pink even be that gay? My Judgment about that gets worse and worse everyday. I watch to many BL Animes.“

„Well pink is just a color people are the ones who interpret some stupid things with there limited brains full of prejudice into a color. But who cares. Gay is a sexuality not fashion anyways.“

„True." she said proud. „Now go have fun baby boy. And don’t forget to send me pictures, I still want to see what that boy looks like!“

„I won’t send you Pictures of Al, Yasmin!“

„Why not?“ She pouted. „I thought he was Handsome?“

„He is. So what? It’s creepy, you shouldn’t take pictures of people without there permission.“

„It’s allowed if they are Handsome!“

„It’s not you freak.“ I said but couldn’t help but laugh about her argument.