After showering the two young males went to dress themselves up; it was 13:25 now. The first one to leave the shower was - curiously enough - Jake, who went to his bedroom to choose his outfit for the remainder of the day. Selucas dressed himself in the bathroom. After dressing was done, they met at the living room to catch up.
Jake sat on his favourite chair looking at his smartphone when Selucas came walking in. What he saw was a big shock!
His clothing style was so shabby and ragged that it seriously hurt his eyes. You godda be kidding me! He is not seriously thinking of going outside with that sloppy bunch of clothes, is he?!
Where to even begin with? Oversized hoodie (seriously looking two sizes too big) full of ugly, chaotic images and texts on it hanging over his shoulders like a tarp, his faded jeans bunched around his ankles nearly swallowing his worn-out Vans. This dude can't be serious....
Like, Jake was already well aware of Selucas painful choice of clothing, but until now he found himself not in the position to criticize him, because they just met three months ago and did not know each other well enough on a level that it was appropriate to pick the other out on small stuff— today that had changed! They had quite a good bonding adventure these last hours - with loads of awkward situations in between that layered their perception on one other, and deepened their knowledge (mostly concerning the character and personality) about the other - so now it felt the right time to give some good and sincere advice to him, that slacker Selucas, who cared so much about being clean and smelling nice, but apparently couldn't even care less about wearing on-point fashion and well-tailored garments.
Jake had to intervene— for Selucas' own sake!
He didn't like being the fashion police, but now he had no choice.... this was just scandalous, and such a shame!
Selucas looks so good, his body is that of Apollo, and then he ruins that advantage completely by wearing such loose and wide clothes! Clothes that fit him not even in the slightest! That guy needs a lecture about fashion!
Jake narrowed his eyes and sighed dramatically. "Dude. We need to talk."
Selucas looked up, raising an eyebrow. "About what?"
Jake gave him the once-over. "Your whole… fit. It's tragic. Like a before picture in a makeover show."
Selucas laughed. "I didn't know we were judging each other's fashion now."
Jake stepped forward, tugging at the hem of Lucas's oversized hoodie. "This isn't fashion. This is 'slept-in-it-and-woke-up-on-a-bus'. You've got potential, man, but you're hiding under all this… fabric.... Uhm.... This shamelessly oversized hoodie of yours."
Selucas smirked, unbothered. "It's comfortable."
''I said, 'oversized hoodie', but let me formulate it another way, with a word more befitting: This gown of yours. Like, dude, it hangs below your hips!''
"Well, I still don't mind," Selucas joked. ''It's chill and comfortable.''
Jake shook his head with a disapproving look. "Look, you can still be chill and comfortable in your fashion style while at the same look cool and.... normal. I'm not saying wear a tux. But there's a way to do streetwear that's effortless and clean. Swagger doesn't mean sloppy."
Selucas folded his arms. "Okay, Mr. GQ. Show me what you mean then."
A grin spread across Jake's face. ''Let's go to my bedroom.''
''Your bedroom?'' Selucas repeated sceptically in sheer disbelief.
''Yeah, my bedroom, like we already were in the shower together, so is it such a big step to bridge over to my bedroom?''
''And.... what are we going to do there? Why?'' Selucas said baffled, his voice lifting an octave in disbelief.
''My wardrobe is there, you know, so that's why,'' Jake said strict and coercive. ''You do not have the right to refuse, my dude— after all, you forced me to shower with you!''
''Okey, okey, let's go to that magical closet full swagger of yours,'' Selucas said reluctantly. ''Whatever swagger may mean, like serious you repeat that word so much....''
''Swagger is what I wear,'' Jake said haughtily. ''But just you wait.... Follow me.''
The both of them went upstairs to Jake's room, and when Jake opened his wardrobe, Selucas had a tremendous shock; it was stacked up completely! All the clothes were folded very nicely and were neatly arranged on top of each other; this was essentially because Jake had so many clothes that it needed to be packed up paper-thin flattened, otherwise there would be no free space anymore.
''Holy shit, dude, that wardrobe is stuffed to the fullest,'' Selucas said with awe and reverence, his eyes big and wide open. ''Is there no stuff that could be thrown away? Like you aren't going to tell me with a straight face that all these clothes are still the right size for you, that all of these clothes are updated and that none of them you have outgrown.''
''Some clothes are outgrown and could be thrown away, yes, but for me that's not an easy thing to do, you know.... Clothing is very important to me, and I feel attached to most of the clothes here, every piece and item has its own history— so throwing away stuff is a hard thing for me to do.''
''You don't think this is a bit overdone?'' Selucas said with a little bit of cynicism in his tone.
''Maybe a bit, yes,'' Jake admitted. ''But listen, let us not distract ourselves from the true goal; our mission, why we went to my room in the first place.''
''Yes, what actually is the goal? Showing how much magical swagger you possess?''
''No, no, I am going to style you!'' Jake said very seriously, with his eyes burning in vigour and vim, pointing at Selucas, like he is some criminal getting caught in his false alibis and tricks. ''You are in dire need of change. I will give you the revelation of your life.''
''Style me? Revelation?'' Selucas stood baffled and confused. His face was like: Oh my god! Is this serious? My gym buddy is now my fashion companion?!