Amy's caressing my hand with her thumb. We put back two outfits, and picked the blue one, we paid for it and left. "It's time to get you out of those clothes."
"I like where this is going."
"Not like that, buttface. I want to style you."
"Style me? No. You'll put me in something you'd wear."
"And that's bad? Do I dress ugly?"
"You know that's not what I meant. I'm just not girly, that's why I'd definitely be the 'butch' one."
"That guy's checking you out." I say as I point to a guy in a black jacket with three friends looking at him who's clearly looking up and down Amy.
"Quick. Kiss me." She says this while staring at him.
"What?" She looks at me.
"Kiss me. He'll get the point." She takes my hands.
"You're crazy." I laugh, and kiss her. She's kisses back, but like it's a competition.
It's short but confusing. I lean back, and she's looking back the guy so I look, too. He's still staring at her, and now he's walking over here. Oh God please don't be into it.
He puts his hand up halfway and says, "Hi, I'm Michael."
Amy shakes his hand and says, "Alex."
Who the fuck is Alex? Oh wait. She's playing him.
"I'm ... uh." this is how I talked when I met Liam. He's gonna think I like him.
"Sorry about her. That's Daniella."
"Well Daniella, do you mind if I steal your friend?"
"Uh ... it's up to her I guess." I answer quite awkwardly.
He turns to her and she answers, "Well ... uh ... We have some stuff to do."
"I do is too, and on that list is you."
"What are you? A poet?"
"Nah, but if you give me a chance I'll prove I'm not a dunce."
"That doesn't rhyme." She laughs, and I catch myself staring at her. Her gorgeous blonde hair, and green eyes. I pick my hand up to caress her face and kiss her, but after I pick my hand up about an inch, I put it back down.
"Close enough." He looks up and down and starts checking her out, he thinks he's slick, but Amy's looking at me. She knows what he's doing and I can feel the jealousy rising in me.
"Anyways, you're clearly checking me out, so do you wanna give me your number or just keep staring while I walk away." Amy says cutting straight to the point.
"Alright, here." He gets a little note pad from his pocket, and a pen with it. He writes down his number and hands the page to her, and walks back to his friends.
Once they're out of view, I take the time to throw myself into Amy. With my head resting upon her shoulder I whisper, "Can't believe you played him Alex."
"Yeah, but he doesn't know that Daniella."
"What are you gonna do with his number?"
"Probably just mess with him." After she says this she pulls back for a moment. "I love you."
"I love you, too." I pull back, lifting my head, still holding my arms around her neck. "I suddenly don't wanna shop."
Amy fake gasps, "That's a first."
"Shut up. I want you all to myself." I lean in and kiss her briefly. I let go of her neck, and take her hands from around my waist and hold one. "We're going home, right now." I practically pull her towards the escalator.
Some Time Later
We're in Amy's room, and I decide to test out what we bought earlier. I walk into the bathroom and to my dismay, Lauren's already in there.
Talk about a mood killer.
I was holding my lingerie in hand, and tried to hide it behind my back before she saw but it was no use she'd already seen it. "I saw your lingerie, and ew ... What are you two doing in there? Nevermind, I don't wanna know."
"Okay, but can you please not tell Farrah?"
"What's in it for me?"
Oh, how I wanted to say 'I won't punch you if you don't.' but I resisted the urge. "What do you want? To join us? Just don't tell her, she'll flip out."
"Fine. But first off, if I was a lesbian I could do so much better than you." I just rolled my eyes and laughed because I knew she was joking at this point. "Now, get out. I gotta pee."
I walk out and shut the door on the way and the first thing I see is a half naked Amy sprawled on her bed. She's not even sprawled in a sexy way, she's on her phone with her legs spread. I lay on her bed next to her, and toss the clothes to the side. "There you are. I thought you were putting on your 'new clothes'."
"I was ... But Lauren was in there and she saw."
Amy sarcastically raised her fist and said, "Damn, Lauren cock blocking me."
"Neither one of us has a dick so it'd be clitoris prohibitus."
"That sounds like a Harry Potter spell." We laugh it off.
I finish laughing first, but I leave the smile on my face. Amy's still laughing, and my natural instinct to shut her up is to kiss her. It's hard at first but I ease her into it, and soon enough I pull back and she has this derpy smile that I love. Before thinking, I lean in and kiss her again.
"Hey, Karma. The bathroom's all yours." I raise my hand signaling for her to go away, without pulling away from Amy. Lauren walks out, and I let Amy up when air is a necessity.
I lean back and sit myself up and grab my phone. I open the camera, kiss Amy, and take a picture. "I'm posting this to Instagram." She fought it at first, but let it go quickly. I posted it and in the first fifteen minutes it got over forty likes. I showed Amy and she was shocked, but in a good way. I looked in her green eyes again and I could tell she was getting tired. I pushed my back against her side, hoping she'd get the message. She turned and put her arm around me as we fell asleep.
To Be Continued...
