Saving Shay

6.

"So can you explain why I'm here again?" I say, looking around the shops. Gabe was at a sleep over so I won't have to worry about him. And right now Logan and I are just standing in the middle of the food court. Me just wearing my sweater and leggings with a messy bun. I look hideous.

"We're going shopping!"

"For what exactly?"

"Umm, clothes and food?" He says sounding like a question rather than a statement.

I roll my eyes, "You don't even know why we're here."

"Yes I do!" He says looking at me while sounding offended.

I wave it off, "Yeah yeah whatever, so where do you want to go first."

"I don't know. I usually just shop at AE and Abercrombie." I laugh.

"Wow, you are such a white girl. You sure you're not gay?" I ask him, looking at him.

"Hey! I'm not gay, besides I like someone." He says gasping.

"Mhm, say that to the skinny jeans." I say covering it up with my sleeve while walking towards American Eagle. And he likes someone?

"I'm not gay!" He says catching up to me.

We enter the shop and look around. I'm just hanging out randomly checking out jeans and sweaters. Suddenly Logan grabs my elbow and drag me to one of the fitting rooms. I sit outside while playing games on my phone while Logan's doing whatever he's doing.

Logan comes out, whipping the door open. And I see him standing in maroon skinny jeans and a grey sweater. I burst out laughing, he looks so weird. Although he looks pretty hot with the whole outfit.

"Nice choice."

"I know right." He says smugly posing like a model, while looking like a ,well, model.

"Here, try these." He pushes some clothes to me and I immediately push it back to him.

"What? No." I say shaking my head, I'm not trying out clothes.

"If you try these on. You can pick an outfit for me." He negotiates. Man he's good. And I can find a horrible outfit for him. I inwardly smirk.

"Fine." I snatch the clothes he picked out and went into one of the fitting rooms. I randomly put it on since I haven't had the time to check it out and went out. I stand out and all Logan does is just gape at me.

"Hot." Is all he says. I wrinkle my nose, and he makes a spin motion with his finger. I unimpressively spin and look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You know I'm not going to buy this right?" I ask him.

"Yeah, but I'm going to buy it for you anyways."

"No you don't have to."

"I'm going to and you can't stop me."

"Yes I can if I steal your wallet." I say.

"But you won't because you're my bestie?"

"Mhm." I say and dart forward for his wallet. He takes his wallet and raise it above his head, smirking smugly.

"Hey! That's no fair, you're way taller than me." I say reaching for it standing on my tip toes. I wave my arms out to reach for it but it's no use he's too tall.

"Argh." I jump and stand on the seats next to the fitting rooms. I jump on to his back and try to get his wallet.

"Hey! OW!" He says when I accidentally slap his face. I don't bother to apologize since I'm too busy smirking as I reach for his wallet again. My finger tips are a centimeters away when I hear a cough from behind us.

Logan whips back causing me to clutch on to his shoulder so I won't fall. I slap his head and look up. I see the manager glaring at us with an angry expression.

And I finally notice how we're in a such an awkward position were in. Two teenagers fighting in a fitting room for a wallet. And I see that Logan has a a red hand print on his cheek. He's probably not going to let that go. I look back at the manager who's still fuming.

"Um hi." I say waving my hand awkwardly.
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I'm totally going to dress my miniature dachshund up as a hot dog for Halloween.
-E