Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1

TWENTY NINE

"I'm here and I'm ready!" Rya announcement herself as we stood outside the shop. I face-palmed myself as she eagerly rushed over to me and Roman, who looked slightly terrified.

"You invited Rya?" Roman turned and asked me rather surprised.

"Rya already knows about us and, besides, she's better at fashion than me." I explained.

Now, you might have some questions, one being, what the hell are we doing? Well, consider this Sienna Day and Roman was about to get the makeover of his life.

When I told Rya about this, she became ecstatic and so I had to invite her. The girl would explode if I didn't.

"Okay, so I brought my dad's credit card which means we're all set." She cheekily grinned and flashed the gold card in her hand. Okay, she really came prepared.

"Does he know you have that?" I asked worriedly. I didn't want to get in any trouble for this. I've been in enough trouble as it is.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Eh, what he doesn't know won't hurt him." And with that, she left, trekking into the shop. I was about to follow her behind when a strong hand grabbed my forearm.

"We're going in a thrift store?" Roman questioned suspiciously. I could see where he was coming from, the two most popular girls in school shopping in a thrift store? But he didn't know what he had in store.

"Yeah so? Thrift stores actually have some pretty cool things." I once bought a knock-off version of Gucci sunglasses here and no one batted an eye. He still seemed a little hesitant. "Would you like to wear designer clothes?" I placed a hand on my hip, already knowing his reaction.

Roman cringed and shook his head. "Lead the way." He gestured in. As I thought.

The sweet smell of toffee and bitter, stale coffee flutter up my nose as the backdrop of tunes from the 1980s hummed in echoes around the store. Dozens and dozens of wracks with all sorts of clothing mazed around and shelved stacked against the brown walls carried more.

My shoes scuffed across the dark, red carpet as my eyes scanned for Rya. I spotted her running back with two pairs on men's jeans. This girl worked fast.

"Here." She shoved them into Roman's arms. "Put these on." The taken aback expression on his face was priceless.

"Is she always this..."

"Controlling? Adamant? Excited? Yes."

He laughed and reluctantly took the jeans into one of the only dressing rooms, looking back with an expression that only make me laugh.

I decided followed Rya around the store, trying to find things he'd like. In all honesty, I was so conflicted in what he'd like, and I felt as if I had to get it right, like it would prove something, but I also really wanted him to love what I picked out.

"Ooo! Look at this!" Rya pulled out a feather boa and eccentrically wrapped it around her neck. I laughed and pulled out a pair of purple sunglasses shaped like hearts and stuck them on her face.

"How d'you I look?" she pretended to pose for a red-carpet. "Am I the female version of Harry Styles yet?"

"Almost." I chuckled and wandered over to the hoodie section. Rya followed, taking the sunglasses off her face, placing them onto my head.

"So, what are we looking for?" she perched her chin on my shoulder, looking over at the clothes in front.

"I don't know." I hummed, skimming my fingers across the soft materials.