Is Your Heart Bound To Me?

a budgeting nightmare.

I put on my baseball cap and put my white hoodie over it. "From now on, you can call me Sam," I say to him. "Is that your real name?" I look over at him. 

Then I point at him, my eyes narrowing. "Don't worry about it. Just let me be mysterious goddamnit." He sighed. His perfectly painted lips made a frown. "But, what about after all this?" 

I raised my eyebrows and pulled him inside the mall. "What about after this?" He looked down and then walked over to pull out a cart. "You really just want to disappear?" I nodded. 

"You don't?" He shrugged. "Nevermind. Let's go get those clothes." I nodded, then I noticed the height difference. He was a small bit taller than me. 

People probably wouldn't buy that he was a girl, he was also still wearing his old clothes. "Get in the cart." He paused. I winked at him. "Just trust me, Rosie." 

He raised an eyebrow. He'd probably bring up that makeshift name later on. He climbed into the cart obediently, and I smirked. "Let's ride!" I pushed us quickly through the aisles and he gripped the edges of the cart with disdain and fear showcased thoroughly on his pretty face. 

"Sammmm! Slow down!" I let my eyes glint with fearlessness and we continued going faster, faster, faster until we made a complete stop. He lurches forward and my hand moves before my mind does. Stopping his head from banging into the metal. I smirk cheekily and I stifle laughter at the loud slapping noise it makes when I catch his forehead with my hand. 

"See. I got you. And here we are!" I motion to the section we're in. He looks up, grasping his freshly slapped forehead. He lets out a shaky breath. "Well, that's good I guess." 

I nodded, "Tell me what you like and we'll put it all in the cart." He nodded and the two of us browsed the aisle thoroughly. He had a pile of clothes he wanted within due time. "Anything else you want Rosie Posie?" He looked up at me beyond the pile of clothes. 

"No. Did you want something?" I shook my head. "I already spent a considerable amount on gas for this particular trip, so I'm good." I look around. "Well actually." 

I pushed the cart into the alcohol section and picked up two nice bottles of prosecco. "When we get back we should watch a scary movie or something. That'd be fun to see you actually lose your shit." He tilted his head. "How old are you?" I looked at him, and I could feel the edges of my eyes crinkle in delight. 

"Don't worry about it, Rosie." He looked me up and down. Then his eyes widened as he seemed to freak out a small bit. "You're at least older than 16 right?" I raised an eyebrow. 

"Whatever you're thinking about me, just don't." We walked into a changing room and I sat on the chair outside. "I'll be out here when you are done." He got out of the cart and nodded. As he stood up and made his way over to the changing rooms with his ginormous pile of clothes, he looked back at me. 

"You know, you're kinda cool." I look up and meet his eyes from below my baseball cap. I simply nod as a smile twinkles in my eyes. "Thanks." He turned and walked away as I pulled out my phone.