POV: Jayjay
After lunch, the whole living room felt like a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Half of Section E had melted into the couches, scrolling through their phones; the other half were pretending to "help" clean up but mostly just arguing about who ate the last dumpling.
Everything was peaceful—until the doorbell exploded.
Ding dong!
Everyone's head turned. The maid appeared from the hallway and said in Chinese, "有快递,是给 Section E 的!"
("A delivery—it's for Section E!")
Before Adrian could even stand up, Ciel jumped to her feet.
"Delivery for Section E means — fashion show time!" she yelled, running for the door.
When she came back, she was dragging six large boxes behind her, grinning like Santa Claus in sneakers.
"All right, dancers," she announced dramatically. "Come claim your destiny."
The six boys—Ci-N, Blaster, Felix, Calix, Edrix, and Adrian—looked at each other like soldiers going to war.
"Okay, whose box is whose?" Blaster asked, already tearing open one.
"That's mine," Felix protested. "It literally says 'F.'"
"F could mean fashion and that's me," Blaster said, striking a random pose.
Ciel clapped. "You're not wrong — you are the drama."
Keifer, sprawled on the couch beside me, chuckled. "More like the disaster."
Everyone burst out laughing.
Then chaos officially began.
Ci-N pulled out a sleeveless jacket that looked three sizes too small.
He stared at it like it had insulted his ancestors.
"Who ordered toddler size? Am I supposed to fight crime in this or fit into a baby stroller?"
Ciel nearly fell over. "Try it on! I wanna see!"
"No way!" Ci-N barked—but of course, five seconds later, he was wearing it, arms halfway in, looking like a struggling burrito.
"Bro," Calix said between fits of laughter, "you look like the final boss of Kindergarten Wars."
Meanwhile, Blaster found a glittery vest inside his box.
"I'm not wearing this," he declared. "It's shiny. It sparkles. I look like a human disco ball."
"Perfect," Keifer said instantly. "Now the audience won't miss you even if the lights go out."
Jayjay (me) laughed so hard I had to grab a pillow. "Blaster, if you spin fast enough, you'll light up the whole gym!"
Blaster just pointed a finger at me dramatically. "When I blind you on stage, remember this moment."
Edrix tried his outfit on next but accidentally ripped the size tag clean off.
Ci-N noticed immediately. "Did you just tear that off?"
Edrix froze. "Nope."
"Then what's that piece of paper in your hand?"
"…A receipt."
Everyone groaned.
Calix came out wearing Felix's jacket by mistake.
Felix blinked at him. "Why do you look better in my outfit than I do?"
Calix winked. "Natural talent."
Ciel pretended to faint. "Someone call Vogue!"
Then it was Adrian's turn.
He walked out wearing a dark, fitted top with a sleek jacket, looking way too composed for this group.
Ciel immediately screamed, "Adrian! Strike a pose!"
"I will throw this jacket at you," he said flatly.
"Do it," Keifer teased, "maybe it'll hit you with a personality."
"Bro," Adrian sighed, "you want me to dance or fight you?"
Ciel snorted. "Both would be entertaining."
By now, the living room had transformed into complete madness.
Felix was twirling his jacket like it was a cape.
Ci-N was trying to moonwalk in socks.
Blaster was practicing his spins, shouting, "Disco Blaster activates!"
And Edrix accidentally smacked Calix in the face during a turn.
Everyone was laughing—like really laughing—the kind that made your stomach hurt.
Even Adrian gave up trying to stay serious. He leaned against the wall, shaking his head but smiling.
"Section E Fashion Week," I said, tears in my eyes from laughing. "Front row tickets only for the bravest souls."
When the laughter finally calmed, they actually started adjusting the outfits properly.
And suddenly, the chaos turned into something cool.
The six of them lined up in front of the mirror — each one wearing their outfit right this time.
Ciel folded her arms proudly. "Okay… now you guys actually look awesome."
"Of course we do," Ci-N said. "We just needed a little bit of drama first."
POV: Jayjay
After lunch, the whole living room felt like a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Half of Section E had melted into the couches, scrolling through their phones; the other half were pretending to "help" clean up but mostly just arguing about who ate the last dumpling.
Everything was peaceful—until the doorbell exploded.
Ding dong!
Everyone's head turned. The maid appeared from the hallway and said in Chinese, "有快递,是给 Section E 的!"
("A delivery—it's for Section E!")
Before Adrian could even stand up, Ciel jumped to her feet.
"Delivery for Section E means — fashion show time!" she yelled, running for the door.
When she came back, she was dragging six large boxes behind her, grinning like Santa Claus in sneakers.
"All right, dancers," she announced dramatically. "Come claim your destiny."
The six boys—Ci-N, Blaster, Felix, Calix, Edrix, and Adrian—looked at each other like soldiers going to war.
"Okay, whose box is whose?" Blaster asked, already tearing open one.
"That's mine," Felix protested. "It literally says 'F.'"
"F could mean fashion and that's me," Blaster said, striking a random pose.
Ciel clapped. "You're not wrong — you are the drama."
Keifer, sprawled on the couch beside me, chuckled. "More like the disaster."
Everyone burst out laughing.
Then chaos officially began.
Ci-N pulled out a sleeveless jacket that looked three sizes too small.
He stared at it like it had insulted his ancestors.
"Who ordered toddler size? Am I supposed to fight crime in this or fit into a baby stroller?"
Ciel nearly fell over. "Try it on! I wanna see!"
"No way!" Ci-N barked—but of course, five seconds later, he was wearing it, arms halfway in, looking like a struggling burrito.
"Bro," Calix said between fits of laughter, "you look like the final boss of Kindergarten Wars."
Meanwhile, Blaster found a glittery vest inside his box.
"I'm not wearing this," he declared. "It's shiny. It sparkles. I look like a human disco ball."
"Perfect," Keifer said instantly. "Now the audience won't miss you even if the lights go out."
Jayjay (me) laughed so hard I had to grab a pillow. "Blaster, if you spin fast enough, you'll light up the whole gym!"
Blaster just pointed a finger at me dramatically. "When I blind you on stage, remember this moment."
Edrix tried his outfit on next but accidentally ripped the size tag clean off.
Ci-N noticed immediately. "Did you just tear that off?"
Edrix froze. "Nope."
"Then what's that piece of paper in your hand?"
"…A receipt."
Everyone groaned.
Calix came out wearing Felix's jacket by mistake.
Felix blinked at him. "Why do you look better in my outfit than I do?"
Calix winked. "Natural talent."
Ciel pretended to faint. "Someone call Vogue!"
Then it was Adrian's turn.
He walked out wearing a dark, fitted top with a sleek jacket, looking way too composed for this group.
Ciel immediately screamed, "Adrian! Strike a pose!"
"I will throw this jacket at you," he said flatly.
"Do it," Keifer teased, "maybe it'll hit you with a personality."
"Bro," Adrian sighed, "you want me to dance or fight you?"
Ciel snorted. "Both would be entertaining."
By now, the living room had transformed into complete madness.
Felix was twirling his jacket like it was a cape.
Ci-N was trying to moonwalk in socks.
Blaster was practicing his spins, shouting, "Disco Blaster activates!"
And Edrix accidentally smacked Calix in the face during a turn.
Everyone was laughing—like really laughing—the kind that made your stomach hurt.
Even Adrian gave up trying to stay serious. He leaned against the wall, shaking his head but smiling.
"Section E Fashion Week," I said, tears in my eyes from laughing. "Front row tickets only for the bravest souls."
When the laughter finally calmed, they actually started adjusting the outfits properly.
And suddenly, the chaos turned into something cool.
The six of them lined up in front of the mirror — each one wearing their outfit right this time.
Ciel folded her arms proudly. "Okay… now you guys actually look awesome."
"Of course we do," Ci-N said. "We just needed a little bit of drama first."
Blaster grinned. "Drama is our warm-up."
Then Adrian crossed his arms, smirking slightly. "Tomorrow," he said, "we're gonna blow the whole school away."
The room went quiet for a moment — then everyone, even Keifer and I, clapped and cheered.
Section E. The chaos crew. The family that laughs together, argues together, and somehow still pulls it off.
And just like that, I knew — this festival was going to be legendary.