The story of a rich gay teen

The boy at Louis Vuitton

So
I'm Holden
I'm just a shy gay boy living in Beverly Hills, but you're thinking ok I'm sure there's hundreds . Yes, but not quite like this.

"This is so cute, I could rock this right?" I say to my bestie in the whole world. She looks at me like HELL YESSSSSS. "Oh yes boo" she looks away "what would you're mom say tho." That brought me back in to reality, I'm standing in the middle of the Loubaton store holding a pair of nude pumps. "You're right, she'd fucking kill me." We laugh very loud at the comment, as we leave I turn to her and say " should we go to Louis Vuitton." "Sure" she says. I turn to look at her like ok. She's my best friend in the whole world. Shes like the complete package for someone. Her hair is short-length black, she's 5'3 and her tan some how all go to together. Me on the hand wellll, I'm 5'10, poofy dark brown hair, my skin is like a light tan(I hate the sun) I'm just a mess. "Let's go then."
"But I'm hungry so can we go back to your place and get something to eat."
"Ok, but I might be in here for a minute."
"But I have to pee too"
I laugh "ok I'll be fast"

We walk in and at the counter there was the most perfect guy I've ever seen. He was 6'4 with a jawline that could cut glass. I say under my breath "holy fuck." We make our way over to the bags. I pick the first one up. "I'm ready." "You're really gonna get that!!!" She says. I look down and see a pick tote bag. "It's for my mom" I say quickly. "Oh ok then let's go." I turn around and walk right in to him. "Omg I am so so sorry." I say nervously. "It's ok, no harm no foul", his voice was cool and smooth like silk. "You look familiar" he says, bring me back in the world. "Y-yeah I l-love L-Louis V-V-Vuitton." Why can't I just say yeah. "Oh ok cool, so I guess I'll see you around here again soon then?"
"Yeah"
"Ok cool, names Justin" he puts his hand out.
"Mines Holden" I shake his hand.

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