Waiting All Year

Shopping Trip

I am currently sitting in my room watching Netflix. I had been throwing up for two days and finally now at this moment I don't feel my stomach. I am in a blanket burrito my laptop on the bed next to me, and my lights are off. They haven't been on for days truthfully. 
"Honey?" I hear my mom yell from the dangerous world behind my door. 

"Yeah?" I weakly croak out. I roll my eyes at my pitiful state. 

"Kian is here." 

When I hear this I sit up straight in bed. I know I look like crap, and I shouldn't care in front of my best friend, but come on I have been sick for two days. I hear my door open and the lights click on blinding me. I squint trying to open them. 

"Is that a spiderweb in your hair?" Kian asks once he sees me. I instantly touch my hair stupidly. I hate spiders, "Oh I'm sorry, it just looks like you should have one. You look horrible." Kian says not holding back. Once I can properly see I glare at him. 

"I've been sick." I mumble. 

"So I hear, your mom wants me to drag you out of the house. So we are going shopping."

I look at Kian with my eyebrow raised.

"Shopping?" I ask. I haven't been shopping for a very long time.

"Yeah. Do you have a problem with that?" Kian asks his face full of worry.

"No... I just don't really like to shop all that much." I say confused. How does Kian like to shop. I mean it isn't weird for guys to not like to shop, but for them it is like whaatt? At least the guys I know anyway.

"Well I love it and we are going. I'll buy you a pretzel at the mall." 

I look at Kian. He looks back at me. We do this weird starring contest like thing  for a good five minutes before I give in.

"Fine, but I'm wearing sweatpants."

"Deal." Kian holds out his hand to get me out of bed. I slowly lift my hand hand and he pulls me off. Once standing I walk to my dresser and grab a pair of sweats, an old tee shirt with bleach stains, and a sweatshirt. I trug to the bathroom and change. I straighten my hair and put a hair tie around my wrist. I also add a small amount of foundation and a light coat of  mascara. I've been throwing up for days I look horrible. I brush my teeth and exit the bathroom entering my room once more. 

"I swear that is the longest someone has even taken to put on sweatpants." Kian says not looking up from his phone.

"Yeah well." I say while grabbing socks and my white converse, slipping them on. 

"Ready?" 

"Yeah." 

~*~*~*~

Kian and I are eating pretzels after a long hard day of shopping. 

"So Fea....what do you want for Christmas?" Kian asks out of no where. I have no idea. I literally have no thought about Christmas yet. I have been so busy thinking about all the drama happening that I completely forgot Christmas wasn't that far off, Two weeks to be exact. I decide to make something up.

"A pair of nice headphones would be nice." I say. Well that was lame. Kian looks at me with a questioning look. 

"What do you really want?" Kian asks. 

"I haven't really been focused on Christmas lately. Sorry I don't know." I say sadly, "What do you want?" I add so he doesn't feel sorry for me. Kian's eyes get really bright then he digs into his pant pocket and hands me a piece of paper. I grab it and unfold it. It is a list, with a random assortment of things from cheapest to most expensive. 

"Your Christmas list? It very organized." I say more like a question. Is he five? I mean the prices one is a very good idea but it is a very little kid like thing to do. 

"Yeah, I make like 20 of these and give them to people who ask me that very question." Kian explains. I laugh, folding it back up and stuffing it into my purse for safe keeping.

~*~*

I am minding my own business studying in the library at school. I turn in my history textbook to find out more information when my valuable time is wasted, by Britney. Now I have never said a single word to Britney in my time in this town, all I know is she is really rich. She is richer than the mayor. The reason she is so Rich is her father owns a few buildings in New York, but she never really liked the city(that she tells us anyway) so she came to live with a relative in the middle of nowhere with a lot of money. Her dad literally had a Mansion built for her, not that far from my house actually, in the country. He also sends her new fashionable clothes every month or so that cost more than a car. I have no reason to not like her except for she is now Stacy's best friend and I don't like Stacy. 

"Hey, you're Fiona Andrews. Right?" She asks sitting down across for me. I look up from my book and look at her. Her hair is literally perfect no flyaway hairs, perfectly curled but yet it looks like she sprayed no hair spray at all. She is wearing a a green dress with a red cardigan. I then remember I am wearing yesterday's jeans and an old band tee shirt I stole from one of my brothers three years ago. I sigh in my head at my pathetic wardrobe. 

"Yep." I say pushing a stray hair behind my ear. 

"I am Britney Brymer." She says holding out a hand which I can't help but notice it's perfectness. Being around someone so perfect has to be illegal. I shake her hand, " I heard about your twin brother in a magazine the other day and I was just wondering if you'll introduce us." 

I stare at her dazzling green eyes. 

"Wait. What magazine" I ask.