νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 4.5-3: big boobs, small boobs, who cares?

ANNABETH

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The mall was a wreck, to say the least.

It was Friday, so everyone was out of school and off work, and decided that shopping for overpriced junk in a sea of people was a great way to spend the day. Tempest and I held hands the entire time we searched through it, and for no reason other than we might lose each other in the crowd. It didn't help that Bath and Body Works was having a thirty-percent off store-wide sale, so everyone was fighting tooth and nail to grab some Japanese Cherry Blossom.

"This is a nice way to spend the day!" Tempest shouted over the noise. Someone tried to shoulder her out of the way, so she stuck her leg out and tripped them, then kept walking like that guy hadn't just eaten the floor. "I'm really glad we're having such a nice conclusion to one month together!"

I knocked away some old hag that thought I could be muscled aside. "It'll be fine once we get the peplos. I just don't know where to look."

Tempest grabbed my shoulders and steered me into a hallway that led back to the bathrooms and such. She gripped my shoulders and said, "Let's check out all the clothing stores first. I'm talking JCPenney's, Dillard's-"

"What about beauty places?" I said. "Like make-up stores, or perfume counters?"

She hesitated. "Well, they have those mini-makeup places inside Penney's?" She didn't sound very certain about the quest, frankly.

I sighed. "Let me see if we can figure out anything else..."

We faced the wall and put our bodies together before pulling out the compact mirror. I pressed a latch on the side and it popped open, first showing me my awful reflection and the way Tempest was pretending to lick my ear.

"Tempest!"

"Sorry. Forgot you could see that." She laughed as I shoved her aside and focused on the mirror.

We both watched as the mirror rippled, still showing the outside of the mall. But it suddenly moved, the image rippling until we saw a whole floor of the mall. It didn't show us where the peplos was, but we at least knew it was on the third floor. I saw places like Chanel, Dior, Forever 21, etc.

"Perfect," I said. "Let's check out all the beauty and clothing stores on the third floor."

"Hey, can we get a cookie?"

I blinked. "What?"

She pointed at the Great American Cookie Store.

I clamped the mirror shut and put it back in my pocket. "No, we cannot get a cookie."

She stuck her tongue in my ear and I shrieked.

We pushed ourselves back into the crowd and decided to take several flights of stairs, since it was faster than waiting for the elevator. We started scouting out the third floor- Sephora, H&M, Olay. Unfortunately, nothing really screamed magical garment of the love goddess, and we could feel our luck beginning to run out.

We were nearly done with the third floor when we stopped in front of the final store, which happened to be one of the stores I told myself I'd never enter- purely out of fear.