“WAKE UP, ALEX! IT’S TIME TO GO SHOPPING!”
“AHHH!!!” I sit up quickly and flail around, causing me to fall out of my bed and slam my cheek first into the hardwood floor of my bedroom.
“What the hell is your problem?!” I shout, squinting from the light pouring into my room through the window.
Hallie just laughs and gives me her hand, helping me up. “Get up you loser! It’s a quarter to noon!”
“Right, so I have fifteen more minutes to sleep.” I say, flipping over and trying to snuggle back into the covers.
“Oh no you don’t!” Hallie shouts, pulling the covers off of me. I glare at her but she just pouts and points at me. “We’re meeting my mom at the local store to get our school supplies at four, so that leaves us a few hours to go shopping!”
I sit up slowly and run my hands over my face. I do need some new clothes.... “Fine. Give me five minutes.”
Hallie starts clapping. “Yay! Meet me downstairs!”
Fifteen minutes later, I walk down the stairs and see an impatiently waiting Hallie standing at the last step, holding a bagel in hand and tapping her foot.
“Gosh, you took forever!” She exclaims. She hands me the bagel, saying, “I brought you breakfast so we can get going.”
I groan and tug on my shirt after taking a huge bite out of the bagel.
She gives me a one-up look. “Yeah, we do need to hurry.” She gestures towards my outfit. “You seriously need my help in the clothing department.” She frowns. “And apparently in the hair one too.”
Confused, I look down at my outfit. It’s a simple grey, fitted, long-sleeved shirt, some denim shorts, and my Converses. My hair just falls in it’s normal brownish-waves. “What? I look fine!”
Hallie hurumphs. “Yeah, yeah.”
I follow her down a few hallways before she randomly stops. She opens a door and leads me into what’s obviously their garage. We walk past a Lamborghini, the new Mercedes GLK350, a Lotus Evora, and countless more expensive cars. We keep walking before stopping besides a BMW X5. Hallie unlocks the car and I’m about to get in when I notice, right in front of me, are two amazing motorcycles.
What can I say? I kinda had a thing for motorcycles when I lived in Denver. Good to know my taste hasn’t changed since moving to tim-buck-two.
The first is a brand-spanking-new, blue, BMW S1000RR, sitting lazily on it’s peg. It’s a real beaut, that one. I nearly jump right on it and take it for a test run.
Oh, but the one next to it really makes me drool. It’s my dream bike- the Ducati 848, in cherry red. I die a little on the inside, knowing this bike isn’t mine.
Hallie notices my mouth hanging open and giggles. “I see you have overlooked the more expensive cars and started drooling over my brother’s bikes.”
I whip around. “These are Hayden’s?” Hallie nods. Huh. Who knew the arrogant prick would have good taste in bikes. Shaking my head, I get into Hallie’s very luxurious car, and she drives off.
Turns out, the nearest mall was only around forty-five minutes away. We spent a few hours shopping, and to be quite honest with myself, I actually enjoyed myself.
Hallie was...well, great. She listened to me when I told her about my life back in Denver, sympathized with me when I told her about how my parents barely noticed me, and made me laugh. I really think of her as my best friend now.
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