My room was pure chaos… like a thrift store having a Black Friday sales.
Clothes were everywhere…..piled on the bed, draped over the chair, even a bra hanging off the doorknob. My wardrobe had been turned completely inside out, and somehow… nothing felt right.
I'd tried on at least five outfits, hated all of them, and now I was standing in my bra staring at my open wardrobe like, yeah okay so I actually own zero outfits apparently.
"Daaaad!" I screamed from my room. "I literally have nothing to wear!"
From the living room he yelled back, "You do, June! Check properly!"
Check? I'd been checking for almost an hour! Nothing feels right. Men never understand the struggle.
I flopped onto my bed, groaning into my pillow, then rolled over.
This was my first time actually going to a guy's place….like, not Ash or Marcus, who didn't even count because they were practically family.
No. This was Ren. Ren. The one I'd had a stupid, ridiculous crush on since forever.
