The mall has been my home for the past couple years, starting from the day I got my first paycheck. I remember the day vividly, anyone would looking at the amount written on that little corner of the paper; three 0's for posting 3 simple videos online for 2 weeks. To me that was amazing considering I used to be paid almost half of that every 3 weeks working at IHOP. Before my new found career I used to think I hit the jackpot working there 8 hours a day and making that kind of money.I still don't think it was a terrible job, I was treated with respect and the hours were flexible, not that I needed it because I didn't go to college or do anything else on the side. Not to mention kids my age weren't making nearly as much as I was at the time. Alex came from a wealthy family and he was basically my only friend so I didn't have many people to compare it to, but just knowing that I got payed above minimum wage was satisfying.
So with that knowledge and the fact that the money tripled from there on, I made some "bad habits" out of it as some would put it, however I throughly disagreed. Shopping is therapy and money buys happiness- thats my mantra and all I care about.
Going up poor was torture and not just because I couldn't buy everything I wanted but it also took a toll on my mental health.Everyone talks about the struggles of not being able to buy basic needs yet never go into how it affects health, relationships, etc.
Little 15 year old me only wanted a healthy relationship with myself, not makeup, not clothes, not even food. I'd gotten so used to going without many of those things that I slowly started to ignore them. I struggled to find happiness in the midst of it all and that's all I ever wanted.Now I find myself comfortably living in my little suburban home with everything I could possibly need, but i've never felt more alone and deprived; which then brings on the need to buy happiness.
So when my friends called earlier today and invited me to go shopping with them I instantly agreed. I was bored anyway since Enzo was working today, something that's become way more prominent ever since that meeting he had. He didn't tell me and I never found the right moment to ask what it was about and I won't for now, but only because I don't think i'm in that sort of position yet.
I'm sure he wouldn't mind telling me I just wasn't 100% comfortable with everything yet to mingle in his business. I was definitely curious though.
Glancing over at my friends I turned my attention to Hayden who was in the middle of proposing going to victoria's secret.
" Pervert." I whispered to Alex who nodded quietly in agreement. Why else would he want to go there as a man? The fact that he suggested it when it was completely out of topic made it all the more creepy. Plus the fact that he winked at me when no one was looking... well everyone except for Alex. He always noticed these things along with me.
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