Teenagers || Ianthony AU

0.6 : The Change.

Ian's everyday outfit is the middle one. The two photos on each side are his new outfits.

I love boy clothing not going to lie but my parents want me to be girly like my sis they want me to wear blouses, shorts, and dresses :P. Hate to break to you I like skinny jeans, sweaters, band tees, and flannels. I don't like fashion designer shoes/boots I am happy with my converse and vans.

They're gonna clean up your looks

With all the lies in the books

To make a citizen out of you

. . .

Ian gulped as he nervously entered the mall with his friends. He usually spends his Saturday with his friends like this but, they weren't just going to the mall for fun. They were going to change Ian, change his wardrobe and looks.

They still wanted to go with the plan they talked about on Friday at lunch. Ian hoped they would forget or have an excuse not to stick with the plan but no, they're sticking with it.

Ian stood in the middle of his friends and they walked down the mall finding a place to shop at. Ian looked at the people who were at the mall not knowing any faces at all.

He then looked down at the ground starring at the white tile. He felt nervous and excited at the same time and he didn't know why but he couldn't stop himself. His eyes shifted from place to place looking at all the stores.

One of his friend tugged at his sleeve stopping in front of a store. Ian stopped walking and moved his eyes reading the store name.

"Hollister!?" Ian groaned, they just laughed and dragged him in.

It wad dark in there with little spotlights here and there. Ian went through shelf from shelf, and rack from rack. "What style am I suppose to go for?" Ian asked annoyed.

"Darker clothing," Ian rolled his eyes and began to look for darker clothing.

Ian didn't think there was anything wrong with his wardrobe he wore jeans and sweaters was that not good enough?

Ian soon stopped digging through things and shift his gaze towards his friends holding an outfit out. Ian eyes widen, "Oh no," "Oh yes!" They smirked.

They tossed the first outfit at Ian and walked over to the changing area. The worker unlocked a changing boot and smiled walking away. Ian locked the door and set the outfit down. He then stared into the long rectangle mirror.

Was he really going to do this?

He sighed and began to strip his clothing off. He slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans and a white graphic tee.

Ian sighed grabbing the flannel and putting his arms through the sleeve. He opened the door and stepped out. His friends gasped and smiled, "What you think?" They asked Ian. "It's nice but it's just not me," Ian grumbled.

"That's the point Ian, you got to drop all the sweaters and sweet innocent look," Ian nodded and looked back in the mirror.

"What if we did this," One of his friends say and pull his flannel off. He tied it around Ian's waist gently and backed up viewing his work.

"That  looks really good!" They exclaimed.

Ian just put on a smiled and went back into the changing booth. The last threes outfits were practically the same. A tee and black skinny jeans along with a leather black jacket.

Ian stripped out of the last outfit and slid his sweater back on. Now that he had different clothing it was time to change his attitude. Ian stared into the mirror, did he really have that innocent look? He admit the sweaters made him look like a innocent gay whimp.

Ian was an innocent, he never went to parties, he hasn't lost his v-card, he hasn't went on many dates, he never does anything bad or illegal.

He was gay, he was madly in love with Anthony, a boy who has no soul.

He was a whimp, he never sticks up for himself, and he never fights back.

Ian sighed, saying all these bad things about himself made him want to run home and cry. Ian shook off the negativity and stepped out of the booth shutting the door behind him. 

He rolled up his sleeves hoping it would make him look a little more like a normal boy. He walked to the register and thanked his friends for paying for it.

They then walked out of the store and went to the Van store. They got him a couple of Van t-shirts and a pair of vans. The last place they went was Aeropostale getting him a few tees and jeans in there.

Ian still couldn't believe this was happening.

His friends glanced at him and he gave them a smile, thanking them again.

The shopping thing soon came to an end and Ian thanked god it was over. They walked out of the mall carrying a lot of bags, a few people starring at them.

They soon dropped Ian home with a lot of bags to carry all by himself. Ian grabbed the bags evening it out how much he carries in both hands. The boy instantly groaned realizing he needs to open the door.

He at first tried opening it with his mouth, but groaned realizing he couldn't.

He then set the bags down and opened the door grabbing all the bag again and entering his house. He then tried shutting the door without having to put his bags down. He eventually got it shut and smiled knowing he didn't have to put his bags down.

Ian's dad came to the living room giving him a questioning look. "What?" Ian asked. "Nothing," His dad replied shortly.

Ian chuckled and went to his room. He threw the bags down and shut the the door. He collapsed onto his bed shutting his eyes for a little bit. He moved his arm to his mouth covering his mouth with his sweater sleeve.

Ian fluttered his eyes open and again, got lost in his thoughts.

He then stood up moving to the pile of shopping bags, he soot down crossing his legs together. He then dumped all of his new clothes onto the floor.

He began to rum into the clothing and sighed.

Was he really going to do this?

The only thing that was left is his attitude to work on. No more sweetness, no more shyness, no more cute-innocent attitude.

He prayed for Sunday to come faster so he can get it over with but then prayed for it to come slower so he doesn't have to deal with it soon.

Ian sighed and got up to lay in his bed again, he tried to picture himself being a tough, no heart person like Anthony.

Just like Anthony.