Chapter 7

Okay, so I know I had a really cool quip moment with the whole 'I'll be there' thing but it's easier said than done.

Yes. I mean clothes.

Hailey was at my place on Saturday afternoon to help me get ready. My mom had surprisingly (almost enthusiastically) agreed to me going to a party.

The same couldn't be said about my wardrobe though. Hailey was looking through my closet getting more exasperated each second.

Hailey sighed, turning to face me. "Do you happen to have any clothes that aren't maybe merch related or have cats on them?"

"Can't say that I do."

"Right. What was I expecting..?" Hailey groaned.

"See? It's sorta your fault for having high expectations from my closet," I said proudly. "You know the saying, 'if it isn't comfortable, stash it away in an old traveling bag.'"

Hailey's eyes widened in realization and flew back to the closet, and I was hot on her heels.

This is on me for being very specific at odd times.

Hailey got the upper hand eventually and opened the bag fu