The next week you went shopping with me and my friends. I loved you for that, I know you didn't really want to, but you still followed me everywhere, ocasionally paying for me.
They didn't say anything, but I knew my friends where jelous that I had you. Even the ones that had a guy didn't seem very enthusiastic about him.
Of coures, I never spent a lot of money, $5 here, $7 there, and another $4 at a store. Still, it meant so much that you decided to through money on the counter before I could.
I'm going to have the best summer ever.
