Between You and I

Chapter Sixteen

May 12, 2012: 16 Hours Before

It took an hour more to finally hit a town and find a mall to lounge around in for a while. First thing we did was grab an actual, qualified breakfast. As much as I hated to admit it, Malteasers just didn't cut it.

After that, we just started walking around with nothing to do. Sometimes, we would pause and look through the shop windows at the clothes and guess what kind of person would buy it.

"Erm... A girl who loves to read Jane Austin books at night by the window. Oh! And she wears hipster glasses." Valentine pointed at a mannequin wearing a blue sweater and a plain white t- shirt underneath.

"Hmm... Douchebag." I laughed, pointing at a striped, extremely low V- neck the supposed 'guy' mannequin was wearing. She threw her head a little back, laughing hard.

"I suppose... It's your... Shirt." She breathed out between her fits as she tried to get some air into her at the same time. What!?

"Hey! You little..." I jokingly tease, attempting to catch her around her waist.

"I'm... Sorry, I'm... Sorry!" She laughed even harder as she stumbled out of range.We went like that for a while, at least, until we both decided we could no longer breath due to the pain from overworked stomach muscles.

Since she basically swept me up on this whole thing at the moment's notice, I only had fifty bucks on me, so Valentine took care of all the bills. Giving me the right time to ask, "How did you save all this money?" She looked up at me, then looked down at her dark blue Converse.

"Um... Do you remember my Adventure Jar?" Ahaha, of course I do. It was all she would ever talk about for months a few years ago. Going on and on about how one day, she'd have her own adventure with all the money she saved. My heart dropped immediately.

"Yeah, but why are you using the money on me? I thought you had this big 'travel the world' thing planned," At the sound of that, her face fell, but picked right back up again as fast as it happened. As if it never did happen.

"Well, I found this 'Plan B' better." The mall was blasting with voices from a whole ton of people as what she said sunk in. Now that, is something Valentine wouldn't have said. I knew she felt like she was caged back at home. As if the walls were moving in on her and that she's slowly running out of air... Plan B my ass.

My mind was walking around it all, trying to figure out what was going on in that head of hers since I know that she isn't doing this just because, especially since we're so close to graduation. So close to getting out of there.

She was working for a scholarship to a University located over in London, England. It's her dream to go to school there. So why is she spending all of her money as if it's the last chance she has to do it?

"P*nis," Her whispered word jolted me out of my thoughts.

"What the hell?" She was grinning from ear to ear, her eyes laughing. No. Way.

"No! I'm not playing that game in here."

"Come one, don't be a pussy."

"I'm not a pussy."

"Then play!"

"But... It's echo- y in here-"

"Dan," giving me the best are- you- seriously- kidding- me face she could muster, she created a pause in our hushed argument. Ahhhhhh fuck.

"P*nis," I disguised the word with a cough.

"P*nis," Valentine raised her voice louder than mine, unafraid of all the looks she was getting. You know what? Alright. Game on.

"P*nis!"

"P*nis!!"

"P*nis!!!"

"P********************nnnnnnnniiiiiissssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" HOLY SHIT!

"Hey! You!" A mall cop pointed straight at us.

"Run." Valentine laughed. Taking my hand, she dragged me behind her.

"I win," she breathed as our pace picked up its speed into sprinting. What? No! I'm not done playing yet.

"P********************NNNNNNNNNNIIIIISSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and every person turned to look at me as if I was actually streaking around the mall instead of just screaming the word penis like there was no fucking tomorrow.

"Jesus Christ!" She squeaked between her panting.

"Stop!" One thing that guard doesn't know is probably the fact that saying, "Stop!!" won't help him catch running victims.

"FREAKING P***NNNISS!!!!!!" She screamed the loudest she could despite the fact that we were being chased out of the mall and that we were laughing our asses off. As we kept going back and forth, the laughs hit us harder right after the words left our mouths. Then, we slammed into the exit doors, stumbling out into the open.

"That's right...! You... Better not... Come... Back!" The guard helplessly yelled at us, trying to catch his breath as we continued down the road. We were barely breathing since we were too busy dying from laughter. Honestly? I never thought I could have that much fun screaming the name of the male anatomy.