How to help a shopaholic (nanowrimo13)

Step 7

Take away all her fashion magazines

Here I was in the world without new clothes and all possibilities that I had to get some new pieces were gone - no money or credit cards, no laptop for internet shopping, no friends to ask for help! I felt lonely and horrible. I never imagined how hard it was for drug addicts to stop taking drugs or how they felt during that time. Hell I even thought those movies were just a bit over dramatic! But now I knew that I was wrong. Shopping was my drug and not being able to consume this drug was hell. It was horrible! I got panic attacks, wasn't able to sleep normally, I felt empty, sweated like a man who just finished his workout. No I wasn't overreacting or anything! It was exactly how I described it!

What I didn't understand though was why Matty was acting like this. He still... understood. It was weird but yet the truth. God I guess everything was weird right now. I mean me not being able to go shopping? This whole situation was just weird. I just wanted to get through with this dramatic situation means getting these two weeks over. Afterwards I could just live like I always did and my dad would be satisfied because we at least tried to do something. But that would also mean that Matty wouldn't be there anymore. And would I be able to let him go? To let him vanish that easily. I never expected that to be possible but this boy from Brooklyn suddenly became really important in my life. Not this way of course but as a friend, as a brother.

"What?" shrieked Tracy as I finished explaining to her the whole situation. "You friend zoned him? Please tell me you were just kidding. Or at least think about it again! I mean since you just said those words to me and not to him you could still change your mind!" she added pleading. I laughed "No. I didn't friend zoned him since we aren't in this situation that could be friend zoned!

And yes I am sure. I mean he isn't really my type and stuff". I shrugged even though I was sure she couldn't see it through the phone. "Oh god you are so blind! But okay you will figure it out eventually by yourself! And what do you mean not your type? He doesn't wear 2000$ suites, has at least a lord title and at least 5 billion at the bank? Honestly wouldn't you prefer a fun, interesting but yet not so rich man over a boring rich one? And apart from that: Matty is still really really good looking as in hot!"

"No Tracy he isn't a boyfriend for me! But if you are so in love I could organize a date for the two of you if you want to!"

"Normally I would love to, but I don't like to be a second choice and he is obviously - at least for everybody apart from you - all over you!"

"For sure Trace!"

"Okay keep acting like you do not believe my words but we both know you do! So go downstairs and spend the afternoon with Matty!"

"I will. Just cut that crap okay?"

"Have fun! Oh and P.S. I can't wait until you finally figure out I was right the whole time!"

"You mean wrong, hon!" I quickly added but she didn't get that anymore because she had already hung up. I shook my head and headed downstairs. When I didn't spot Matty I walked into the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea. I pushed myself up onto the kitchen counter and watched the boiling water while thinking about my talk with Tracy and Matty. To be honest I didn't even know why I was thinking about all of this so much. I mean I didn't have a crush on him or anything close to it. It was just... bothering me how she came up with those ideas out of nowhere, I guess. As the water was done and I was just about to poor it into my cup Matty entered the kitchen packed with two huge brown grocery shopping bags.

What the hell?

"Hey!" he flashed me a smile as he placed both bags on the spot next to me. "What are you doing?" I asked confused. "Putting the bags down, I believe. Tell me if I am wrong, though please!" he answered giving me a funny look. I rolled my eyes "Haha, you are so funny, Tyler’s! No I was talking about why you bought them." A smirk appeared on his face "Well FIY, Tomson, I bought some things so that we can actually bake a cake. I figured you understood the whole story about baking a cake, yesterday, a bit wrong so I thought I would show it to you." I rolled my eyes at the way he emphasized my last name but before I could response something he quickly added "My bad, I forgot you are coming from Manhattan! FYI means: for your information. Make sure you use it around Brooklyn, it would help a bit. And you could be the first in Manhattan who uses it... That would definitely make you cool!" I couldn't help but a smile crept onto my lips at the fact, that he remembered that conversation of ours a few days ago. Yet I had to backtalk like it was in my mind so I answered "What makes you think I will ever go to Brooklyn. I mean if there are more people like you than I am all but 'Oh yes!’ Out of a sudden a white powder flew straight onto my face. I let out a gasp and removed the substance from my eyes before opening them. "What the fuck?" I asked and saw Matty laughing his ass off with a package of flour in his hands. "No you didn't!" I stared at him with a death glare - though it didn't stop him from laughing. So instead I grabbed the next best thing in the paper back and through hit at him. I happened to grab an egg - unplanned of course! - and as it collided with his forehead there was a weird sound as it cracked open and the inside ran all down his forehead. No it was my time to laugh but not long until an egg hit my forehead. Soon there was a really big food fight going on and we threw everything we could reach - flour, eggs, sugar, salt and even somehow milk! Whenever one of us hit we would let out a maniac laughter and then couldn't stop laughing until we got hit again ourselves. It was hilarious and by the time we were done the kitchen looked horrible, we were panting   leaning against the kitchen counter next to each other and I didn't even want to look into a mirror. Luckily I didn't wear anything special today - just a plain black shirt and some jeans shorts. "You look horrible!" he stated and flashed me a grin. I returned it and rolled my eyes "Oh please! Happened to look into the mirror just yet? What was actually going on in your head when you threw the flour at me?" He thought about it for a moment "To be honest I am not sure. I guess I just heard enough of you going on pretending you hate me to no end when in reality - deep inside - you love me to death!" I punched him into the shoulder and let out a chuckle "Sure, keep dreaming!" He looked around for a while "Well there is still enough left for some choco cookies. What do you say?" I looked at him and then myself before answering "As long as I don't have to scratch the ingredients off of myself I am up for it! It could be quite interesting."

We didn't bother to clean us or the kitchen before we got started and so we began to melt chocolate and preparing the most delicious cakes in the world. I was happily seated on the couch when Matty came into the living room with a huge plate full of those. "Don't go all hunger games on them!" he stated before he handed me the plate. I thought it was sort of cute how he always brought up this sentence again yet I wanted to mess with him a bit. "So are you going to make this to a running gag or something? I mean, do you really think it is that cool?" He gave me a confused looked before his cheeks turned slightly pink "Yeah, I think so. Sorry if it is annoying you!" I laughed and punched him lightly into the shoulder "Keep calm, I was just messing with you! I like this joke actually so don't worry!" He let out a breath and then smiled to. I snatched a magazine from the table and went through it. Of course it was the newest 'Vogue' so it was full of new styles, trends and clothes. I couldn't help but get a bit melancholy at the sight of this and the current circumstances. Matty must have noticed because he immediately grabbed it together with the other magazines lying on the table. "Hey!" I protested and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "No more magazines for you! They will only make you sad in case you didn't notice yet" he answered and gave me an apologetic look. I kept on pouting but grabbed another cookie and ate it at once. "I believe that is not going to help you!" he stated and gave me a worried look. I just shrugged and grabbed another one. "You will get fat. And then you don't fit into your clothes anymore!" he continued but got another shrug. He let out a sigh and got up "Whatever, do as you please!" Then he turned around and walked up the stairs leaving me without magazines and the last hope for me to see new clothes but with lots of cookies.