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- 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞
i was out, doing what i do best; shopping. i was with the 'footasylum faves'. we were stalking around, window shopping because i was absolutely not going to spend my own money, i walked into victorias secret, as we bump into someone.
"hey alana." arello greets me, why was he at westfield, more importantly, why was he in victorias secret?
"uh, arello?" i shook my head, hoping this was some kind of day dream. why was this grown man, in victorias secret?
victorias secret was obviously, not the place for a 'grown man'. there was thongs, bras, and perfumes in there, and do not forget them bikinis. my eyebrows furrowed and my eyes squinting, my hands clenched the side of my head, trying to bump myself back into reality.
"oh, yeah.. i saw you come in here and wanted to say hi." he explains himself, that makes a little more sense, i guess..
but on the other hand, was he stalking me? i was with a big group of people that he didn't even know i was involved with. i was quite confused, as westfield is a very busy place, a place where people such as 'tourists' would come, so i don't know how he would've spotted me going into victorias secret, and out of all shops as well..
"i see." i shrugged it off, i came into here hoping to actually buy something so i had a little haul to at least do, but right now, i was stood in front of a man that i would classify i was 'talking to', as i just eyed the lingerie, getting myself ready to walk out of here.
"well, i need to go." he slightly smiled, kissing my temple as he made his way out of the shop, picking up the phone and sprinting to the other side of the shopping centre.
"was that arello?" balia made her way into the shop, gripping her balance onto my shoulders, referring to the awkward encounter.
"mhm..." i hum in response, scrunching my face and folding my lips inwards, finally twisting myself towards the lingerie, instead of eyeing it up.
"you don't seem enthusiastic." she questioned my response, following me as he shoes slid along the shiny black floor, creating an irritable sound that made my brain itch.
"its just weird, you know? seeing a grown man in victorias secret... now he knows which panties i wear!" i whine, grabbing a pain of thongs and shoving them into my face to muffle my whines.
"girl," balia sighs "you just saw a grown man follow you into victorias secret, and your worried he knows what panties you wear?!" she exclaims, confused by my utter blindness to how weird this man is.
"yes! i am, what if he thinks i wear these orange ones?" i grab the thongs, slapping them back down onto the shelf as a sigh involuntarily slips through my thick lips, covered in dior's lip oil.
"because you do.." she interwinds her arm with mine, eyeing the thongs.
"no- i mean... maybe i do own them." i give up, i know balia has seen every inch of my room, including my victorias secret collection.
"i've seen them in your draw." she reminds me as i walk away from that section, going onto the perfumes.
"speaking of arello, you know his ex, jade?" i cough as i sniff a strong perfume, shutting the lid back on and sliding it back to it's fully stocked row.
"the one talking to sharky?" she questions, as she slides a full bottle of the scent 'aqua kiss' into her hands.
"yeah, she texted me last night." i look back to her, grabbing one of the last 'bare vanilla' scents, and nodding her over to the bra's.
"weird.. what did she say? and don't you literally have two full bottles of bare vanilla?"
"do not question my ethics, you never know when you need a new one," i sternly answered, my face falling softs again "she just said 'stay away from my man'" i rolled my eyes.
"what??" her eyes widened and mouth fell agape.
she suddenly found her composure, shaking here head, as she raised her hand sassily.
"does she even know who shes talking to?" she raised her eyebrows, voice turning into a popular teenage girl as she snapped her fingers.
i laughed at her antics, grabbing her hand as we walked over to the cashier, unsatisfied with the bra's.
"i just replied and blocked her, i haven't got time for her." i grabbed my card out of my purse as we finally got to the register, paying for our products.
"you haven't got time for her!" she hyped me up, chanting the words back at me.
"are you drunk?" i let a breathy laugh escape as i thanked the cashier, walking away with my bag.
"never, did you see me stop for alcohol?" she sarcastically asked, skipping out of the shop where the rest of them waited.
an: just because i can't let u suffer xx just hyping balia and alanas friend ship!
