Evan's POV
"Evan, please open the door," Samantha whined as Waeland laughed behind the locked door.
"No. I'm not letting you in so you can play dress-up with me," I said, crossing my arms.
Jeez, these people are so irritable. Honestly, Samantha is probably more annoying than Waeland at this point. At least he isn't trying to dress me up like some Ken doll.
"Evan, it's not that bad, the rest of us guys had to do it, too. I swear it's not as bad as you're acting like." Waeland said through the door.
Oh, never mind. If he wants to dress me up, too, then he's just as bad as Samantha.
I sighed and shook my head. "If you think I'm going to just let you guys dress me up without a fight, then you don't know me," I swear, if they don't drop this, I'll just stay locked up in here the whole wee
