Mike's suggestion

Melissa's brow furrowed in concentration as she ran through the possibilities. A few moments of contemplation later, a flicker of determination crossed her face as she arrived at a decision.

Melissa's brow furrowed with concern. "My friend..." she muttered, then spoke with determination, "I have to help her first. Forget the clothes for now."

Mike chuckled. "Hey, clothes are the least of your worries right now. Trust me, the joy of this adventure will outweigh any temporary discomfort."

Disbelief etched itself onto Melissa's face. "Seriously? You're joking now?" she stammered, her voice laced with anger and confusion.

Mike's smile faltered for a fleeting moment. He lapsed into silence, his gaze fixed on a point in the distance. A wave of seriousness washed over him as if he was weighing something on his mind.

A mischievous glint sparkled in Mike's eyes. "Listen up," he announced, his voice brimming with excitement. "I've just hatched a plan that might be perfect for what's going on at your school right now."

A jolt of surprise ran through Melissa. "Wait, what was that?"

"There's a way to make a scene that everyone will be talking about," Mike whispered, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Think outside the box, something disruptive but impactful. No matter where you roam the school, your presence will be felt."

Mike leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with conviction. "Look," he said earnestly, "The choice is yours. But remember, you don't have to let this hold you back. You can walk back completely naked through those school doors with your head up. No more stuffy uniforms, no limitations. Just pure freedom."

Melissa bit her lip, a hesitant look clouding her eyes. "That's… a bit out there, even for us," she stammered. "Wouldn't that just make things worse? People would think we're total rebels."

Mike chuckled softly. "The times, they are a-changing," he said with a playful wink. "Maybe you haven't been keeping up with the current cultural climate."

Melissa's brow furrowed in confusion. "Wait, hold on," she interjected. "Can you explain that a bit more? I'm not sure I understand what you're getting at."

With a determined glint in his eyes, Mike whipped out his phone. His fingers flew across the screen in a flurry of taps and swipes, as if scanning for a crucial piece of information. Mike held his phone out, the screen facing Melissa. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the information displayed there.

Melissa squinted at the phone screen, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Wait a minute," she said cautiously. "Can you verify this? It seems too good to be true."