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Taylor's pov

"Oh, this one's cute," Angelina held up a black laced lingerie set, "I think he'd like that one,"

"Why are we here again?" I asked, "I thought we were going dress shopping. How the hell did we end up in Victoria's Secret?"

"Because," Ang, held up another set, a white one, to my body before putting it back on the racks, "Anniversaries are the best days to get fucked. So that's what your goal is," She decided for me, throwing a red set over her arm, probably for herself.

"We've been together for a month, Ang," I let my fingers graze against the different fabrics used on the things she was showing me, "And shit ain't lasting, you know that,"

"Well," She swallowed, "I think you should stop being so negative. All you focus on anymore is that you two are going to break up. It's not exactly healthy to do, and you should try and look at the brighter side of things,"

"Name a few," I glanced at her sourly. There was nothing more painful than being cheated on. I did my best to hide it, but the past couple days have been hard. My showers have turned into crying sessions and the times I'm alone are battles by themselves.

"He loves you. You're carrying his baby. He makes you feel special, doesn't he? You must still be with him for some reason," Angelina pointed out sympathetically.

"I was hoping I could change him. That's not going to happen though. I failed, Angelina. And now I'm trapped," My arm flopped down to my side, accepting defeat.

"Trapped by what, exactly?" She asked, putting back a purple bra she picked out and replaced it with a black one that had fancy little beads on it.

"By my love for him," It sounded mushy, and like a pitiful romance line from a soap opera, but it's true.

The reason why I haven't left him was because I loved him. I didn't believe in that love sometimes, but it was there.

"Aww," Her hand went to her chest until I glared at her, "Sorry. But I know he doesn't mean any harm. He could possibly be trapped, you know?"

"What do you mean?" I glanced over at her, interested in what she had to say.

Colby chose to cheat on me, to go fucking around with my ex best friend. That's on him, that's not being trapped. Cutting someone off is easier done than said.

"I don't know," She didn't look at me as she shrugged, "I just think that he doesn't know exactly what he wants yet,"

"Well he better figure it out the fucking soon, because once he knows about this baby its going to be-" Angelina cut me off.

"I know, I know," She sighed, "Here, I'll take these," She took the things back that she threw in my hands while we were shopping, "I'll check out, and you can go and do whatever. I'll text you when I'm done and come find you,"

"Thank you," I gave her an appreciative smile, "You're the best,"

"I know," She shrugged, "Now go do something," She patted my butt as if that was supposed to urge me to go somewhere else.

I made my way out of the store alone, looking back and forth in the mall to see where I wanted to go.

Randomly, I chose to go right and just look around at different stores. Angelina and I were supposed to be here to go dress shopping for when I surprised Colby, but that went quicker than we thought.

Since we drove two hours from her house to get here, we're going to make it last.

I found myself walking into a Bath and Body Works store, my nose clearly leading the way. I looked at the different perfumes and lotions, smelling different body gels and looking at the cute little cases for the hand sanitizers.

There were packages on sale and things I was ever so tempted to buy, but decided against it. I didn't want to spend any more money than Angelina thought was necessary, simply because she decided that I wasn't allowed to pay for anything, even though I disagreed with that idea.

Nobody really bothered me, which I appreciated since it would be incredibly awkward to have to talk to people and then have Angelina show up with bags of lingerie. If a fan was the person who stopped me, I'd probably have some explaining to do.

By the time Angelina was done, I was in the store next door looking at jewelry. Everything was expensive, but I at least wanted to keep myself busy for the time being..

She didn't bother to text me, instead she just came looking for me.

"Hey," She sang, walking into the store as I was walking out.

Angelina turned around to walk out with me, holding the bag out to me, "This is for you,"

"You seem extra happy," I said with suspicion, going to open the bag she gave me.

Ang stopped me with one hand, snapping the bag shut again, "Don't."

"What did you do?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"I may or may not have stopped in Spencers," She winked at me, causing me to groan.

"Angelina," I whined, "I don't want anything from Spencers,"

"Taylor," She mocked my tone, "You don't have to worry about wanting anything because you got it now. You're like Ariana Grande!" She grabbed my arm excitedly.

"Huh?" I looked dumbfounded at her, not getting how I related to the singer or actress woman.

"I want it, I got it," She sang, and shrugged when I gave her a blank stare, "Oh, nevermind. I'm going to have to culture you one day. Sooner or later we'll be bumping out to Ariana Grande and going to Jojo Siwa concerts,"

"Take me to a Jojo Siwa concert and I'll shoot you," I threatened, waving my finger at her.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" She asked, as if she was tempting her fate.

"It's your future if you don't stop," I snapped, but smiled immediately after to show I wasn't serious.

"You're just jealous because she got engaged to Pete Davidson, huh? Yeah, me too. I'd leave Aryia any day for good ol' Pete," She sighed dramatically, throwing her arms out and nearly hitting the poor old lady walking near us.

"Who's Pete's David son?' I pulled her hands down by her side as we walked so she wouldn't bump into anyone.

"Are you serious? Oh lord," She shook her head, "Girl, I love you but sometimes you make me want to jump off a bridge,"

"Aw, that's so sweet," I rested my hand on my chest, my tone soft and nice while I was glaring at her as I made the sarcastic remark.

"I know," She smiled, "I'm the sweetest person I know,"

"Sure you are," I said, "Sure,"