ur my uwu

chapter III. SHOPPINGGGG

My NEW bestie for the resties and I entered the mall, which was packed with a bunch of teenagers. Ash and I were walking around, until we passed by Hot Topic.

"Barbie, PLEASE, can we go in??? It's, like, my source of oxygen. I think I'll actually like pass out if we take one step further away from it."

"UM I wouldn't be caught DEAD in that freaky emo wolf girl weaboo shop." Even the thought of stepping foot in that shop made me feel like puking up my balanced diet breakfast of toast.

"Barbie. You said that we are now besties. Aren't 'besties' supposed to do, like, everything together? Free of judgement...?" Ash looked me dead in the eyes, and I think that damaged my vision just a bit right then and there.

"Uhm. Nuh uh!! Shaleigh and I would always do what was cool because otherwise, there would be only judgement!" I roll my eyes as I explain to this braindead furry.

Ash sighed to themselves and turned to walk into the store, "if you aren't coming with me, then I guess we can't keep that 'besties' label anymore."

I was fuming. No way was Ash going to continue their little emo habits. "Nuh-uh." I said, grabbing their arm and practically DRAGGING them to forever 21, "you're going to become as chic, glam, gorgeous, trendy, hot, and POPULAR as I am!!"

"Can I at least keep the black hair?"

"Black hair's cute. I mean, obviously blonde rules over all, but no one can be on my level so... y'know."

Ash simply rolled their eyes and allowed Barbie to drag them to the Forever 21; but they wouldn't leave the mall without stepping into Hot Topic even once.

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"BARBIE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, BOTH OF THOSE TOPS ARE THE EXACT SAME SHADE OF PINK."

"First of all, I didn't think that your kind believed in God," Barbie quipped, narrowing her eyes at me accusingly, before looking back at the tops. "And second of all, they're not. This one is bubblegum pink," she said, raising the ruffled top in her right hand, "And this one's baby pink," she stated as-matter-of-factly, holding up the exact same ruffled top in her left.

I facepalm, groaning in annoyance. We've been in the Forever 21 for about three hours now, and Barbie had been stuck on these tops for 1/3 of that time. The other 2/3 explain the mountain of pink clothes sitting next to me on the store's seats. Barbie claims that she'll buy them all, since all of her dead father's money went straight to her after he died. I felt bad for a moment, but she told me she didn't care, so I dropped the topic.

Clearly, Barbie doesn't care about the consequences this'll have on not only the economy itself, but also our ecosystem once her walk-in closet fills up.

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Ash just doesn't get me. They're too EMO so I guess that also makes them color blind.

"I guess I'll just have to buy both," I state, shrugging carelessly as I toss both shirts into my beloved pile of pink. Ash cringed, probably thinking about how this might be, like, unethical or something. "Does this mean you're finally done?" They sighed.
"Yes, it does," I reply with a confident smile, "now carry them to the counter."

Ash's mouth slightly gapes in surprise. "Excuse me?" I look down at her expectedly; why wasn't she getting up and fulfilling my orders?? Had all that bang straightening fried her brain?? I clear my throat, "Carry my clothes," I point to my clothes and speak slowly yet loudly, just to make sure she could hear me, "to the counter," I point to the counter, "so that I can buy them!" God, emos were such slow thinkers sometimes... always thinking about their... emo... music.