Luke's POV
We strolled into the mall doors at a lazy pace: we were in no hurry. I glanced around, and the whole mall was fucking packed. I felt like I couldn't breath.
"Great." I mumbled darkly under my breath.
"You okay Luke?" Ashton asked, his hazel eyes shining bright.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I wouldn't ruin this for him.
We slipped our way down the wide strip between stores, trying our best not to run over people or get run over. I shuffled along, giving Ashton a small smile whenever he glanced back at me. I won't have a panic attack. This is Ashton's day. Instead of looking at all the hundreds of people packing me in, I just looked at my feet and trudged along.
Finnaly we came to the target at the end of the mall. It was relativly empty, so I could take a deep breath of cool air. Clearly they've had the ac running all day, but I wasn't complaining. It helped me calm down.
"It's kinda cold in here huh." Katie acknowlged while rubbing her arms.
"Yeah a little bit." Ashton agreed while draping an arm lazily over her shoulders. We walked a little aimlessly until we found the baby ail. Ashton squealed giddily, and I just chuckled.
"Ashton, if you hadn't gotten Katie pregnant I would have swore you're gay."
"Shut up Luke, nobody likes you."
I laughed at his weak comeback as they browsed all the different brands of diapers.
"How do we decide which to buy?" Ashton asked.
Katie replied, "Well my Mom used pampers."
"No, those will give our kid diaper rash!"
"How do you know?"
I shook my head then stated, "Okay, I'm gonna go look at the cds they have."
Ashton waved a hand in dismissal and continued bickering with Katie about diapers, even though I'm pretty sure we came for baby clothes.
I lazily strolled down the aile, glancing around at the different products until I got to where they kept the Cd's.
I saw that they had the new All Time Low album and when I was checking the price tag I noticed somebody standing next to me holding the new "Chemical Prisoner" album by Falling in Reverse.
"I love Falling in Reverse." I said, turning to the individual. I was startled by who I saw.
That beautiful girl from the psychiatrists was here. She bit down on her lip ring and her eyes widened. I suppose she recognized me as well.
