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"Shit I have to pee."
"Liz, could you not have gone like ten minutes ago?"
"I didn't have to go then." Lizzie mutters, and Claire sighs, "Can you hold it?"
"Not really."
See, Claire and Lizzie had wanted to go shopping, so of course Gibsie tagged along, and the three of them arrived at my house and practically dragged me out just so I could come with them.
And since that was quite literally hours ago, Gibs and I have spent more than three hours following the two blonds around and holding their bags for them.
There is a lot of bags, by the way, because Claire literally buys everything she sees.
There has to be at least more than twenty bags full of clothes in the back of Gibsie's car, which i'm sure he doesn't care he was just happy to hang around with Claire and he thoroughly enjoyed the fashion show when Claire was trying on dresses.
We only left because the mall was about to close, and after that I don't want to step inside another mall for the rest of my life.
"Gerard, there's a gas station up ahead." Claire directs from beside him, and he nods, seconds later he pulls into the really small and very dodgy looking gas station.
He parks his car, and Lizzie opens the door staring at Claire, "You coming?"
"I'll come, I want to get Rolos anyway." I say, and Lizzie flicks her gaze to me before shrugging, "Alright."
"Oh, Feely get me some as well!" Gibsie exclaims, as we get out of his car, I laugh closing the door and then I follow Lizzie inside, the door makes a sound as it opens, the only person inside is the old man sitting behind the counter with his head down, and snoring loudly.
Lizzie walks quickly in the direction of the bathrooms, as I walk over to the chocolate section and grab two packs of Rolos shoving them in my sweatpant pocket before going over to the fridge of drinks, as the door opens again.
"Just stay close." I hear a voice mutter, as the door closes and three sets of footsteps are heard.
"Okay. Oh can I get a Slushie?" Another voice asks, and I pause, closing the fridge.
It can't be. The voice sounds an awful lot like Delilah.
No, my mind is just playing tricks on me.
"Holy fuck, Delilah!" Lizzie gasps, making me turn around. What are the odds?
I walk away from the fridge, and watch as Delilah, who's still dressed in her school uniform, throws herself into Lizzie's arms, "Liz!"
Lizzie makes eye contact with me, then she tilts her head to the side, I turn my head and when I notice a short dark haired boy, standing beside the Slushie cups with his arms crossed, and his eyes are clearly staring at Delilah's ass.
