Uncertain

Chapter 6

"I embrace the imperfections and celebrate them." -K$sha

~Michelle~
I crunch my way through my meal of bacon and eggs, the bacon giving the apartment a distinct smell. I'm starving from the crazy day yesterday, so I dig right in. I inhale my food within 5 minutes, knowing that it's already almost noon and I have a lot to do today.

I decide to be productive and get dressed in my huge closet. I think that if someone wanted to, they could literally start a store in my closet, it's huge! I throw on one of my few pairs of dark jeans, a plaid flannel, and some stylish black boots. I straighten my hair, still wavy and knotted from last night. I brush my almost perfectly straight white teeth, using the last of my toothpaste. One more thing added to this list, yay.

I strut like a model into the kitchen and do a pose, forgetting that Quinn was there. I could be a model, but in my opinion I'm a little bit too tall. I turn to see Quinn, sitting on the couch with an amused smile, as my face turns beet red, embarrassed.

"Wow, that was some pose there, you should be a model, that was fabulous. Anyway, I could really use some new stylish clothes." Quinn comments half jokingly, half serious. His head is topped with a red beanie and he wears a Nike shirt, with matching gray shoes, not as muddy as the ones he wore yesterday. His baggy jeans have few stains here and there, but no holes. The beanie's alright, but I think he might be a little over age to wear Nike shirts saying Just do it.

"You wish! We should probably leave soon if we want to make it to all the stores we want to go to," I point out, changing the subject.

"Alright, let's  go! Where to first?" Quinn asked, excited to get new clothes. His bright eyes glimmer like the ocean, and I get lost in them for a second until he coughs into his elbow.

"Ummm, let's head over to Abercrombie and Fitch, I'm pretty sure it's the closest store from here." I explain and we run down to the elevator. The clear as crystal elevator now shows us all of the view from this side of the city, us being high up on the 83rd floor. As we slowly float our way down like snowflakes or flower petals in the wind, we chat uselessly about what movies we have watched.

"Hey, what's the weirdest movie you've ever seen?" Quinn asks, crinkling his nose.

"I've seen a lot, but the weirdest ones are on Netflix, like Food boy and It's Such a Beautiful Day," I laugh just thinking about the movies. "One that's really creepy is Barbie. Like, all she does is talk to her weird friends and go in her pink closet."

"I thought you would like Barbie more, you're just like her!" Quinn says brushing my hair with his rough fingertips, feeling the silkiness my long, chocolate hair. "Just, look at you!" He points out my mascara that in wearing and my other makeup.

"No, I'm not like Barbie! I hate pink, and just because I'm rich doesn't mean I'm Barbie." I tell him, frustrated that everyone thinks that I'm a rich snob of a girl.

"Fine, fine, you're not Barbie, but you're not like a lot of other people," Quinn says calmly.

"How so?" I say confused. Without my money, I'm just an average girl, right?

Ding. The elevator comes to a stop before he can answer my question.

"You'll find out soon enough," He smirks. "Race you!" He shouts, then takes off running to the end of the block. Panting, I almost catch him with his fast runner feet, but he halts and I crash into him. We both tumble over, me landing on top of him in a sprawling position. Awkward.