"What do you think? Too much?" Connie spun around to show off the full suit, then tucked her arms around her. "It feels kinda open."
"Uhhhh... yeah, yeah. Looks great." Her kind of sorta boyfriend feigned a smile.
It was a sailor girl two piece, but the waistband and the top came close together in the middle. It wasn't at all her style, silly red polka dots all over both parts against white fabric. Her hair was up today too, so the nearly insignificant amount of cleavage was within public eye, but only truly accessible if one was particularly tall. It was a lot of legs and arms though, not that she should really take notice unless...
Connie looked in the mirror before sighing. "Do I need to put it back, Stev–?"
"I'm so sorry, but you've gotta put that back. We won't get anything done and I hate thinking like that."
She grumbled and stepped back into the dressing room to sift through the pile she'd picked out. "In the future, you're not going to be able to dictate my clothing. You're going to have to learn some self control."
Steven grimaced but rolled his eyes. "In the future, we're not going to be kids anymore. Besides, you totally knew it'd be too much."
She totally did.
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A List Of Our Firsts
FanfictionA bunch of drabbles of the two at all ages. Idk maybe in this one they grow up together until they're 18 but all the events of the story still happen. Connie goes to Jayhawk at 18, not 16
