and you drive me wild
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PART SIX: Let’s make your outfit look hot
“Laf?” Alex called from his bedroom. He was standing in front of his bed, six different outfits spread out in front of him.
“Oui, mon ami?” Lafayette poked his head into Alex’s room. He had little green spots all over his face–– a face mask to treat his nonexistent acne.
“I can’t decide on what to wear,” Alex whined.
“Mon ami, seriously?” Laf asked, picking up the suit Alexander wore to all of the Washington’s uber formal events.
Alex gave a nervous laugh and shrugged. “I… wanted to make a good first impression?”
Laf shoved the suit at Alex for him to hang back up in the closet. While Alex was doing so, Laf had rejected three more potential outfits.
Alex went to gather them up when Laf stopped him.
“I must tell you why not to wear these for this kind of moment or you will never learn,” he said. He cleared his throat as he picked up the first outfit, a faded t-shirt for an obscure band and torn jeans. “This is not at all you,” Laf said. “Wasn’t this a Halloween costume?”
Alex blushed. “But what if he likes the whole grunge thing?”
Lafayette tsked. “Mon ami, do not lie about who you are or what you like to get a boy or girl or anyone. Ever. It is not worth it.”
With that, he picked up the next outfit, a bright blue polo shirt and khakis. “Alexander, mon ami,” Laf said, cocking an eyebrow at his brother. “What the, how you say, fuck?”
“Remember my job at the snack shack on the golf course last summer?”
“You were going to wear your work uniform?” Lafayette exclaimed. “I do not believe I even have to explain why you should never do that.” He shoved the clothes into Alex’s arms.
“I was trying to look professional!” Alex said.
“Professionally bad a fashion,” Laf muttered.
Alex glared at him, but stayed silent. Lafayette was just trying to help, after all, even if he was being the ultimate sass queen about it.
“And this little number,” Laf said, holding up the final outfit. It consisted of tight black pants and a purple sequins top. “This was from a talent show performance. From eighth grade. Do you even fit it anymore?”
“Fuck off,” Alex muttered, swiping the outfit out of Laf’s hands.
“Were you going to wear the hat, too, and bring your wand?”
“LAF I SWEAR––”
“Ah, I am only teasing, mon ami,” Laf said with a wink.
Alexander crossed his arms and huffed at his brother.
“Now, let us look at the final two outfits.”
All that was left were two pairs of dark blue jeans, a collared flannel shirt, and a dark green cable knit sweater.
“The sweater,” Laf said confidently. “It goes well with your skin and brings out your eyes.”
Alexander studied the sweater. “And which pair of jeans?”
Laf looked at each pair before turning to Alex in confusion. “They are the same, non?”
“One has more of a distressed look than the other,” Alex said as if it should have been obvious.
“And are you distressed, mon ami?” Laf said, his tone light.
“Always,” Alex mumbled, rolling his eyes.
“Then the more distressed ones it is!” Laf turned to leave the room, but stopped short of the doorway. “And when you are done, mon ami, come to my room. I will fix your hair.”
“But my hair is fine, L––”
“I will fix it,” Laf said again.
Alex knew it was useless to argue. “Fine,” he said with a sigh.
“Magnifique,” Lafayette said with a grin. “Let us prepare for game night!”