"What are we going to do?" I asked James. We were snuggled up in the bed watching Dr.Phil talk about teen smoking. Sometimes I wish I had parents that cared about me as much as this kid's parents cared about him.
"I say we pack up, and hit the mall. We need to buy you clothes before we go home," he replied, his eyes staying glued to the screen. I got a warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach when he said home, "have you ever been to the mall, Rebs?"
"Nope," I said, the fuzzy feeling vanished.
"You're going to have so much fun!" James seemed so ecstatic, "C'mon, lets pack our stuff."
It took about 10 minutes to pack. We were in the truck on our way to the mall. I can't believe James is buying me clothes! We arrive at a big, blue building. James pulled the truck into a parking spot close to the doors. My legs were shaking as we walked up to those big doors. When we got about a foot away, the doors opened by themselves, causing me to jump. James laughed, and grabbed my hand.
We went into a shop that seemed mostly my style. It was called Rainbow, which was kind of ironic considering all the clothes were a shade of black or gray. After several trips to the fitting rooms, I finally picked out 5 shirts and 4 pairs of pants.
"That'll be $157.43," the cashier said with a smile. I looked at James with my jaw dropped. That was a lot of money he was about to spend on me. He slid his card and punched in some numbers, "have a good day you two."
"Thanks," I said with a grin as we left. James didn't seem to mind spending that much money, in fact, he stopped at a place called Auntie Anne's and got us each a pretzal. All though I was kind of feeling guilty about the money, this is the most fun I have had in, well, my whole life.
After our lunch, we drove to James' apartment. Our apartment. The building is cute with it's off white stone walls, and green shudders on the windows. Inside was just as cute. The carpets we're green all the way up the stairs, and the walls and doors were white. We went up two flights of stairs and down a long hallway until we got to the door with a 9 on it. When James unlocked the door, I stepped in. The first room is the living room. There are white carpets on the floor, and brown curtains on the big window to the left. There is a tiny green couch on the far wall, with a big canvas of paint splatters hanging on the wall behind it. The next room over is the kitchen. It was small, but enough for me and James. James grabbed my hand and dragged me through a hallway and into a bedroom. I looked around, there was a big bed in the right corner of the room, a desktop computer at the foot of it. There was a closet on the left side of the room, and a tv to the left of the doorway.
"Is this my room?" I asked James in absolute awe.
"Yes, m'mam," he replied with a grin on his face, "make yourself at home, if you need anything I'll be in the living room." I hung up my new clothes in the cost, and plopped down on the bed. My bed. My closet. My room. This all felt like a dream. Something was missing though. I know! I turned on the monitor screen of the computer. I've only used one of these two times in my life at the library. I clicked on the icon marked Google Chrome, and then on images. I typed in My Chemical Romance Icon into the search bar. I picked out one that said My Chemical Romance ~ The Black Parade, and printed it off. I looked in the drawers for tape. Nothing. I walked out into the living room nervously, James was watching Jeopardy.
"Hey James?" I asked. He jumped, obviously startled.
"Oh, hey, what's up?" He tried to act like that didn't happen.
"Do you have any tape?"
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One Stray Rebel
Mystery / ThrillerA stray, 18 year old girl struggles to survive, while attempting to avoid a psycho man who has been hunting her down since she was 4.
