"Alex!" I shook myself from reminiscing and turned around to see who was calling me. Before I could I felt something hit my back and I came crashing into the ground. "Gotcha!" They said as they scrambled off my back. I looked back and couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles when i saw her. "Erica?, looking as imperious as ever I see?" She was wearing an interesting combo of pink and black clothes that reminded me of a Gothic barbie doll.. She nodded and went off racing without me outside the school doors. I shrugged, Erica has always been a little peculiar, but Ive known her for almost as long as i could remember, I grew up being her next door neighbor, and she would always mercilessly pull me into her house to show me her newest acquisitions and ideas. She would collect the most interesting things, a broken piece of glass that, when you caught the sun just right, would shine a wide corona of sunset hues that would illuminate our faces like birds in the sunset. Or a shell that would ripple and change as you moved it, its colors flowing smoothly as you turned it. She always had a great imagination, and became a great artist over the years. Her paintings filled with vibrant colors and a haunting desire and beauty that they drew me in as soon as she showed me her newest ones, They were almost as beautiful as Zach's eyes, almost. She had always been a little weird though, she dressed like a combination of cute fairy and evil vampire, she blended her clothing style like one of her pieces of art. I could see why most guys would chase after her, with her dark beauty and defiant personality, but she always seemed to turn them down. I sighed and walked quickly to catch up with her so I could drive her home, She smiled when she caught sight of me and motioned for me to hurry up. I hopped in the car and poked in her in the nose for revenge. "What was the tackle for?" She stuck out her tongue and laughed. "I just felt like it." She grinned wickedly and ranted on the way home that I really need to change the way I dress. No offense to her, but I didn't really want to take her advice for fear that i'd end up sticking out out like a whale in the middle of a desert. I preferred wearing darker clothes, hiding me in the background and letting me blend in, As I was lost in thought, she jerked the steering wheel and pulled into the parking lot of the mall. I nearly screamed from fright and glared at her for surprising me like that. She just giggled and pulled me into the clothing store, my mom was going to FREAK when she finds out that I didn't go straight home. I sighed but soon got lost in the endless maze of shirts, pants, shorts, and boxers. Boxers!? My eyes grew wide as I looked at the pile she had placed in my arms. "Hey!?", I whispered in her ear, Since when do you shop for my underwear for God's sake?!?!?! She just gave her her wicked smile and said, " Well you wouldn't want to be wearing dull underwear when Zach decides to strip you do you?" I turned a very deep shade of scarlet and hissed at her to hurry up. Then she just laughed and flounced away to the check out counter mimicking hip thrusts all the way she went, I sighed and pulled out my wallet to pay for all of the clothes. As I was gathering my clothes up I bumped into someone who was trying to help me. I stood up to thank them and....well.... On accident I tripped and fell face forward onto their stomach, knocking them down. I blushed and frantically tried to help them up when, I noticed, IT WAS ZACH! I scrambled away as he hastily pulled down his shirt and gave me the clothes that I missed. " O hey Brandon, nice seeing you here." Nice?! Nice! I stared at him, in a state of complete, I have lost it because he just said it was nice to seemeness (as in seme ;) *giggles*) , and he looked at me awkwardly. I struggled to maintain my composure and managed to choke out a "Yeah, you too, sorry about that." He nodded and waved goodbye to me as I checked out and went back to the car. Erica was waiting by the door with a smirk on her face. " I saw that, all of it, and you mister...", she poked me in the chest, "...are a P-E-R-V." Then she laughed and ran to the car. Again, I found myself I'm a state of, i'm going to die from blushing land, and sprinted to the car, determined to get an answer to how the hell I was a quote unquote "P-E-R-V". I put all the clothes in the back and proceeded to attack her in her only weak spot, her stomach. She tried to scramble away from me but her laughter kept her from doing so. She, however, managed to pin me down in my seat with her sitting triumphantly on my chest. I sighed, "So why am I a P-E-R-V again?" I asked. She giggled, "Because you tripped on purpose you little whore, you wanted to get down a little lower then his stomach though didn't you?" She laughed as I flushed entirely crimson (again) and looked at her with my version of a look of scouring injustice (mostly a pout) " I was not!!, It was on accident!". "Suuuure" she replied and jumped back to her seat. Although, on the way home, I entertained a slight possibility of a scenario like that, not like I admit it to her. Meanie.....
