Christopher
"Wait!" The words are torn from my lips. I don't really know how else to stop her. A quick glance at Dan and my brother confirms that they've seen it too. Their white faces are filled with shock, rapidly turning bright red.
She stops and turns to stare at me in confusion. "Is everything okay?" Damn. How do I explain myself? "You, um..." Max cuts Daniel off with an elbow to the ribs. "I just remembered that Max and I-"
"Forgot our our aprons upstairs!" I exclaim. The fib slips off my tongue, but innocent Evangeline seems to buy it, even though it's way too ridiculous. "Give us five minutes. We'll be back really quick!" She nods in understanding and smiles sweetly. Our sister is way too trusting for her own good. All this while, Dan has been watching the scene unfold before him. He still looks flustered, but is holding back a grin. That asshole. I'll definitely get him back.
"While we're at it, Dan will stay here to accompany you. Won't you, Dan?" Max's words are laced with a threat. I grab his collar and hiss. "Stay here. Make sure she doesn't get up. Get a jacket for her or something." The moron is still trying not to laugh. He raises his hands up in the air. "Okay, okay. I'll take care of your precious sister." He turns to said sister, who is giving us a curious stare. I smile weakly. "Come on. How about we go sit over there?" Daniel gestures toward some benches scattered throughout the mall lobby.
Max and I take off like our asses are on fire. They will be, anyway, courtesy of Lucas if we don't fix this shit in time.
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We burst into the supermarket, out of breath. "It should be in that section." Max leads us over to an aisle stocked with dozens of plastic packages. We quickly scan through the contents of each shelf. There are so many types, I can't even keep track. Why the fuck are there so many types? Day? Night? Extra long?? Pad or tampon? My face flames. This is fucking stressful.
I can feel the eyes of customers in the shop on us. Their gazes make my skin prickle. I'm sure you can imagine the bizarre scene. Two lost teen boys rummaging around in the women's feminine hygiene section. Ha ha.
One of the staff, a plump middle-aged lady in heels comes up to us. Her name tag reads 'Head of Department'.
"Boys, can I help you?" The words stick in my throat. I clear it and speak, voice strained. "We need to get period stuff for our sister." Her brows raise. She gives us a warm smile. "Well, then. Please don't worry. Just answer whatever I ask you."
