"Hey!" Jessica said cheery, "I went through some of your clothes and tried to grab the best of what you had, so now all we need to do is put together an outfit for you," she said, still hyped up.

"Jess...!" I cringed, grabbing my forehead, as I stood at the door wrapped in my towel.

"What?" she asked, while struggling to carry a stack of clothes over to the bed.

"Look at what you did!" I scowled, "I wasn't even in the shower that long, and that quick you ransacked my room!"

"Em... relax," she said calmly, "I'll clean it up later ok, now let's just focus on getting you ready," she smiled, broadly.

As I stood there staring at her I thought to myself, I knew she was going to go overboard.

"Are you ready?" she asked, still smiling.

I took a deep breath and shook my head, then threw my hands up as I responded, "yeah sure... I guess."

"Great!" she replied, "now let's get started." She grabbed a pair of tight fitted jeans, and a black sheer top, "what about this with your silver pumps?" she suggested.

"Nah... a little too sexy," I said.

"Ok... so what about this?" she asked, choosing a long skirt that flared out with a short sleeve shirt.

"No way! What am I, 50?"

"What! these are your clothes we're picking through," she snapped.

"Yeah, but you don't have to put them together in a way to make me look old..." I mumbled.

"Look Emery! the first outfit you said was too sexy, and now you're saying this one is too old, so do you have any ideas? because it seems like you don't like anything that I put together," she said, as she became frustrated.

"I don't know..." I sighed, "just nothing too old or too revealing."

"Ok, so let's just take a deep breath and start over," she said calmly.

"Ok" I agreed, as my eyes narrowed over to a short black dress that had pink and purple flower prints all over it. "Wait, I think I do have an idea," I said, as I grabbed the dress and a sleeveless jean jacket to put with it.

"Hmm..." Jess said under her breath, "this actually doesn't look too bad, so now all you need is a heel or a sandal..." she suggested.

"No!" I said quickly. "no sandal, no heel," I insisted.

"So, what are you going to wear then Em?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, "how about those new black boots that I just bought?"

"That might work," she agreed.

As I walked over to the closest to grab them, I shouted out, "oh boy...!"

"What! what is it?" she became nervous.

"The boots are in the back of the closet!"

"Ok, and?"

"And...!" I scowled, "I have to go through all of the shoe boxes just to get to them!" I explained.

Jess didn't care, nor did she help me, she just stood there and watched me groan as I dug through all of the boxes to get to them.

"Here...!" I said, throwing the boots out to her as I fell backwards out of the closet, "I hope it goes with the dress, because I'm not going back in there," I promised.

"I think they will..." she smiled, holding them next to the outfit.

"Good..." I mumbled, as I got up off of the floor, and walked over to her.

"I'll do your makeup and hair as soon as you're done getting dressed," she said, handing me everything. "I'm going to go get dressed myself and time is ticking, you know I can't be late for work, so try and hurry," she ordered.

"Hold on! hair and makeup...?" I asked shockingly, "I was just going to do a ponytail and earrings... what's wrong with that?"

"You're joking right?" she burst out laughing, "Emery, I'll be right back," she insisted.