The Three Bros

[43] Shopping

Blaire's POV

A week has passed, though the bluish mark Damien left on me the last time we saw each other was still intact.

And very visible too.

I called Ian earlier, but he said he was busy. Apparently Stella was forcing him, Myles, Ryder, and even Daniel into having some family time.

Today could have been my family time too, but mom was busy baking a lot of things in the kitchen, and dad was at work.

As I stared at the clock's ticking, I grew bored. So I did what any bored teenager would do.

Call her best friend.

"Hello?" Molly answers the phone.

"Hi Molls, are you busy?"

"No not--- STOP IT!"

"Molly...?" I raise a brow.

"I'm kinda babysitting Polly," she groans. "She has been whining for ten minutes straight! She's saying her friend just got a new shirt, and she wants one too."

"Why don't we get her one?" I suggest. "I'm bored so..."

"Yes! Oh my God, yes! I've been debating on bringing her to the mall, but shopping with her is hell. That girl is way to picky. So at least you're there with me. I'll pick you up?"

"Sure."

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"But that's so ugly! The shirt needs to he sparkly, because Daisy loves sparkles!" Polly complains.

Molly apologized to the saleslady that gave us a stink eye for Polly's rudeness about the clothes they are selling.

"I thought this shirt was for you?" I give Molly a look which she returns.

"Yeah well, if it'll make Daisy jealous, I like it," she grins.

"Oh, its that kinda friendship," Molly laughs.

"And it has to be purple, that's her favorite color, you know like Molly's butterfly shirt?"

"Fuck you," Molly glares.

"Don't teach her those words!" I scold.

"She already knows," Molly giggles.

"Hey people! My shirt!"

"Look through the rack yourself!" Molly glares.

I will never get tired of seeing those two argue.

Polly sticks her tongue out, looking through the clothes rack in front of us, herself.

"Hey Molly, can I ask you something?" I ask.

"Sure."

"I heard about you and Damien..." I trail off.

"But what's the question?" She didn't even look offended or hurt about it, she was actually teasing and happy.

"Uh..." my eyes widen when I look around us. "WHERE'S POLLY?!"

Molly's face mirrors mine, as she turns around and around, hoping Polly was near us. "Where did that devil go?!"

"I don't know!" I begin to pull at my hair nervously.

"You go left, I go right!" Molly declares. "Call me if you find her!" Before I could even agree, she runs left, even if she said I should be the one going that direction.

I take that as my cue to run right.

I dash around the huge store, looking around for that little girl in pigtails. My head spins left and right, looking for that girl.