"Move" Pandora said to me with false serious look on her face.
I stood my ground, refusing to move an inch. "Never" I breathed, my hand still blocking the way.
"Don't let me make you" she tilted her head, a warning as true as my red hair dancing around her words.
I slammed my hands on the door of my wardrobe. "I'd like to see you try" I declared with a firm gaze.
"Okay" a mischievous grin spreads across her face and she began to walk towards me.
I stood transfixed in anticipation of what Pandora was going to do.
"Why not wear your girlfriend's cloth? Why mine!" I hollered frustratingly.
This made Pandora halt and whispered in the lowest pitch of her voice. "She doesn't match my fashion style"
I laughed at that. "So you do accept your girlfriend dresses like a nerd?"
With her hands over her mouth, "Yes but we are not telling her that. Are we?" she whispered again.
"We are"
"We are not"
"Are too!"
