Chapter 3
"OMG Marzi, you have to get that!" Shea squealed for about the billionth time since we'd arrived at the mall. We were in American Apparel, and every other thing I tried on, I literally HAD to have. By order of the self-proclaimed shopping guru ofcourse.
"Seriously, I think that goes so well with your skin tone!" She gushed.
"Shea, it's a hair tie!" I shouted, causing us to get a glare from the hippie looking girl manning the register.
Well I'm sorry I'm disrupting your library- oh wait, it's not a library, is it?
This just in, we're actually in a clothing store for teenage girls!!!! Gasp!
I rolled my eyes, and put the hair ties back. I already had too many.
"OMG look! It's Hollister! Let's go!" Shea panted, with an urgency that could only be denied by the deranged, and the mentally challenged.
As much as stores like Hollister made me feel as though I might faint from combination, too much perfume, and too much hotness, I allowed myself to be dragged in there.
We went along to a few more stores, until we finally got to the only place I really wanted to go. Forever 21.
Once inside, I booked it to the jewelry section, and filled my cart, then darting to the sweatshirt section and getting every single super hero themed item they had. Then, because I was dying of hunger, it was off to the food court.
"Honestly?" Shea pouted "I take you to all these nice stores, and offer to buy you anything you want, and you barely even bat an eye, but our highest total is in the food court. You do not know how to shop."
I ignored Shea's words of disapproval and continued to stuff my face. I wasn't in a very good mood today, so going on a shopping spree wasn't exactly my first choice. I figured the least Shea could do for me, after dragging me all the way out here, was to buy me lunch.
"Done yet Ms.Piggy?" She teased.
"Yeah, just about." I said standing up to clean my spot, just as I did, I noticed a familiar dark skinned, curly haired friend bounding towards me, a boy in tow.
"Hey, Marzia! I didn't expect to see you here!" Said Hannah. The closer she came, I recognized the guy she was with as the guy from the party last night.
"Me either." I muttered.
"Meet Stephano! He's in our English lit class!" She looked dreamily up at Stephano, who was quite tall for our age.
He gave me a tentative nod. It was obvious Stephano was the strong silent type.
"What are you doing here?" I asked dumping my lunch trash.
"Well, Stephano told me that pancakes were the best cure for a hangover, so we came to the pancake house to get some! And then, we saw the sign that said the new Thor is out, and we decided to come her and see it!" Hannah gave Stephano's hand a squeeze and he beamed at her.
Huh.
"What are you doing here?" Hannah asked me, twirling a curl around her finger.
"Well, Shea felt bad about the whole Ki thing, so she offered to take me shopping to cheer me up!" I tried to sound happy, but it wasn't working.
"Wait- you're here with Shea?" Hannah asked, concern laced through her words.
"Yeah, she's right over there! You guys wanna come hang out with us?" I asked.
"Uh...actually, we'd love to but we've got a movie to catch, see ya later!" And with that, the two dashed off together.
I sighed, stacked my tray, and headed back to the table.
•~•
Four hours, and ten stores later, I was exhausted, and even Shea was looking a bit drained.
"Let's just go in one last store!" She said, determined not to let her exhaustion get her down. I sighed, and followed after her.
"Now where is that Delia's? I could've sworn it was right here?" She murmured absently, but I wasn't really listening because I had spotted this cool store just across the way.
The sign was bright glaring purple, and it made me smile. It was called the Everything Store. I had never seen it in the mall before, but I immediately wanted to go in.
"C'mon Shea, let's go!" I said as I grabbed her and dragged her into the store.
It was amazing, the walls were lined with all kinds of cool trinkets and knick-knacks. It was the kind of store you could spend all day in, and always find something new.
As I marveled, Shea wrinkled her nose at the antique items on the shelves. "Seriously, our final store is a thrift shop?"
She attempted to give me the "stank face", but I didn't see it, because I was too busy checking out all the neat stuff there was.
"What can I do for you ladies?" Said a voice, causing me to whirl around, and Shea to shriek.
"Oh nothing, we're just looking!" I said politely.
"More like just leaving." Shea spat.
The sales attendant was a tall blonde girl all decked out in what looked like seventies gear. She had arm and leg warmers in bright neon hues. Everything about her screamed "cray".
"You look like you've just recently had a bad breakup, am I right?" The girl named "Rosie", was speaking so fast I could barely understand her.
"Uh! You are such a jerk! Why would you say something like that to a customer? C'mon Marzia, let's get out of here!" Shea fumed.
"No, wait a minute- how'd you know that?" I asked waving off of Shea and turning my attention to Rosie.
"Just a hunch." She answered a little too brightly.
"Well, what was even the point of saying that?" Shea snipped, making a valid point.
"If you've had a bad breakup, then I know just what you need!" Rosie exclaimed.
"Oh? And what's that?" Shea sassed.
"Coupons!" Rosie said, and with that, she started rummaging around in the front pocket of her apron.
"What? Oh, that's is horrible! You should be ashamed! You're nothing but a capitalist business owner who wants to take all of our money! C'mon Marzi, we're going!" And with that, she started to drag me out of the store.
I threw Rosie a sympathetic glance over my shoulder for whatever reason, and mouthed that I was sorry.
She mouthed back, "It's okay." Then tossed me a coupon, mouthing something that looked like, "Take this, you'll need it."
I stared at the coupon the whole way home. It was really weird. It said that I was entitled to one free boy at some website called Build-A-Boy Workshop.
As a kid, Build-A-Bear had been one of my favorite places to go, but Build-A-Boy? How would that workout?
I let Shea drop me off home, muttering a faint goodbye from under my mountain of shopping bags.
Once I carried the monstrosity all the way up to my room, I kicked off my shoes, and flopped down on my bed, reviewing all the day's events.
The last thing I did before falling asleep was place my coupon on my dresser with one last glance at it.
The place had a very interesting slogan, that I found myself chanting over and over as I fell asleep:
"If you can't FIND a boyfriend, then why not MAKE one?"
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Hey guys! So I didn't get billions of views within my first two days of having this up like I thought I would (not), but I hope you enjoy it all the same. I apologize for how stiff it is. I try to ad in as much character as possible, but it's kind of hard. Just bare with me though, and we can (hopefully) ride this wave all the way to the top.
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TCE
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