Count on Me

Chapter 23

"Rowan!! Move your ass,   we don't have all day. " I heard Laurel scream from down stairs. I was just applying the last of my makeup.

"Yeah,  I'll be right down. " I yelled,  stumbing as I put on my Tomms,  while heading down stairs.

"Finally,  took you long enough." she said once I reached her.

"Hey,  this doesn't get this beautiful without work. " I said,  waving my hand in front of my face,  and talking in a verry snotty accent.

"Oh my shoes,  you did not just say that.  You mean your beauty is more important than the mall. " she gasped,  dramatically,  mimicking my accent.

"Yes, but the mall comes pretty close.  " I said in the same accent,as we headed out. And we both started laughing hysterically at our little act.

We both got into her car and headed off toward the mall.

She slowed down as we neared the red light. There were not alot of cars,  since it was quite early in the morning.  Something,  or should I say someone cought my eye as we stood there waiting for the light to change green.

"Is that a beggar? " I asked her,  referring to the man standing infront of us,  wearing,  rather dirty,  baggy jeans and a white tank top,  that was no longer white.  It was slightly ripped and had big blotches of brown on it. His feet were bare.  His hair was rather long,  and stood in all directions,  it almost looked like an oily,  I'm not quite sure what,  but an oily something.  One could see the stubble on his face,  probably two to tree days old. 

"If it is, that is the worst way of begging, I have ever seen. " she said, pointing at him.  He stood with his hands on his hips,  looking like a girl would  trying to pose sexily for a photo.  He flicked one of his hands and pointed to the car next to us,  and then he brought his hand bach to his lips,  and trying to make a seductive? face.     

I looked over to the car next to us.  The guy was formally dressed,  probably on his way to work. His wace was contoured in a mixture of fear, confusion,  and disgust as he looked at the beggar.

When the beggar saw,  the guy wasn't giving him what he wanted (I'm not sure I want to know what he wanted ) , he started heading toward us,  walking with his chest slightly out,  and swaying his hips as he walked.

Then, just in time the light changed to green. Both Laurel and I were slightly pertified. 

"It's green. Gogogogogogogogo!!" I said urgently,  shaking her arm.

She stepped on the gas and the car sped away.  I'm not sure who was more eager to get away,  us or the guy who was next to us?  But I'm pretty sure we left skid marks on the road.

"I think he was gay?" she said after a few minutes, of utter shock.

"A gay beggar,  I don't think that is possible. "I said.

"Why not?" she asked. 

"Because gay people are too hard working to end up as beggars. "I explained.

"Touchè" she said,  "But what  was he then?"

"He's an exception "I said,  faking a shiver, and we started giggling.

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Once we got to the mall we went to diffirent shops trying to find the perfect dresses for the ball. The mall wasn't that busy, l but I could see it filling up within the minute,  pretty soon this place will be crawling with people.

"Oh shoes!" Laurel squeeled as she grabbed my arm and draged me to a rather large store.

"You're such a girl." I said shaking my head.