Boston, Mass. Welcomes you

What Color Should IT Be

A's P.O.V.

M passed out on her bed in a burrito, after we stayed up planing Monday. I mean what kinda people do crime on a Monday. M said if we get Shot, Kidnapped, Robbed, Raped, Nicked, Hitched, Sacrificed to Satan, Forced to buy insurance, Ran over, Scared, Drunk, High, or Pregnant, to not come home.

"I'm not gonna get any of those things". I scowl. Only irresponsible, waste children get those. I'm selling my weed, and I'm moving on. Unfortunately we do this Monday, and today is furniture day. Yay. My sarcasm is at its highest today. I think we should go out on the weekend not on a Monday. All responsible hot males will be asleep.

The car ride to the mall is uneventful. The attire for me today is very stubble. I'm wearing my black converses, half dirty, their not new, dark blue pants that fade at certain curves for my body to shape nicely, and a purple short sleeve shirt, the neck line going just before my cleavage. The shirt hugging my body nicely. My black hair is parted on my left, letting my bangs hang loosely over the right side of my face. I wear foundation over the blemishes in my face, and slight blush on my cheeks. Today I feel beautiful. As for M and Em, M always seems to look better, I'm jealous of course, but I will do better. M is in a red shirt, also short sleeve, the neck line hugs at her throat, falling loosely over her, why am I so fat? Why is she so pretty? Her jeans are light blue and fade at her knees into a white, and her shoes are converses, but look like the fabric was made of denim. M's hair is parted on the right, its ombré, and very lengthy, with red tips. Em, looks the same. A black shirt, the short sleeves falling to her elbows, because her shirts are huge. Her pants are black, no fading, no coloring, just black, and skinny, it makes her upper legs look fat. Her shoes are skater shoes, dark green, and very ugly, and to top it off, skull earrings, and eyeliner. Her hair is parted to the left, same as mine, except hers in brown and a bit longer than shoulder length. Her hair is in a ponytail with her bangs pulled out.

We do however look like we are. Villains. Villains here to buy furniture.

We pull into the parking lot. This place is like, huge. Like six of our malls back home. Plus is two stories. Like WTF!??

"Guys"? M speaks up, we've been standing there for two minutes just looking at it.

"Yeah", Em asks, I'm still looking at this monster of a building.

"I have to pee", she says," like right now". The funny part is we have no idea were the bathroom is. This place is huge, and we're gonna be looking for a bathroom.

"Great, just great", Em thinks," okay hold it". Em runs ahead, and I slowly hobble run with M. We keep up with Em because she can't run that fast. So Em runs to the first open store she sees, and we well pretty much jog behind her. Of course it's a clothes store, they have bright colors, and loads of pink. I look around, and see M cringe at the loads of pink. Em comes back to us, I see an older lady working the counter.

"Mrs. Chrissy, said you can use the bathroom here, the bathroom is across the food court, but she doesn't want you to have an accident", M smiles at the older lady, and Em and I help her hobble to the employees only sign.

"I remember when I was younger, wearing clothes that apparently made me a "lesbian","Goth", or just "fake". Mrs. Chrissy spoke.

"Mrs. Chrissy thanks for letting my friend take a wazz", I say and smile.

"No problem, besides if she did have an accident. She'd have to buy clothes, and heaven knows this is the worst store ever", she smiles," also, just call me Chrissy, Mrs. Makes me sound old". I nod, I can't help but feel like I don't like this old lady. M and Em comes out and smiles.

"Thank you. . . . Um", M frowns at herself.

"Chrissy, my name is Chrissy", the lady smiles and carries on," and you're welcome miss"?

"Just M, no Miss. I'm M, she's Em, and that's A", M points us out.

"Pleasure to meet you", Chrissy smiles," have a nice day girls".

We walk to the map the was in the center. The arrows, the lines, the patterned with different colors and logos on them to show you. It was very. . different.

"Aha here we go, Chandlers Furniture", Em smiles. I think we miss Chandler.

" I miss Christmas Guy", M frowns.

"I'm glad we got away from the place", Em sighs.

Left, straight, straight, straight, right, up, up, up, step off escalator, right, straight, straight. That's all I got from the five minutes it took us to get to a furniture store.

"Why is a furniture store, on the second floor, that's dumb", M scowls. It is pretty dumb, but it's life I guess.

Once inside their was a lot of brown and black. Some other colors littered here and there.

"Okay, pick a room Dinning, Upstairs, Living, and we can worry about the kitchen later, pick furniture for that room, but it has to get two out of three votes, okay", I sigh, great so M's gonna pick for all the rooms.

"I'll get dinning", I say, it's not a very important room, so I shouldn't get that much criticism.

"I want up stairs", M says, wait she wanted upstairs, why didn't I ask for living. Ugh.

"I guess I'll get living", Em says. I'm prepared for the lecture about color coding. I mean M the kind of person to have a purple room ,but get yellow furniture.

"Get something that matches the color of the room you have chosen, please", Em walks off.

"Woh, no lecture", I say and turn.

"Emmmmmmm, WHAT COLOR SHOULD THE COUCH BE", M screams, across the store. I face palm.