Part Twenty

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by kissmyfiction

by kissmyfiction

The entire ride was silent. Lex sat to my left in the back on a vibrant, yellow taxi. My mind raced with unfinished thoughts.

What type of clothes do I need?

What does Baby need?

Why are we so quiet?

"You can drop us off here." Lex breaks the silence as we approach a large shopping center. The taxi driver nods and parks the dirty, yellow car near a sign reading "drop-off zone". I tug on my plain, gray hoodie and crawl out of the taxi.

Well, technically... this isn't mine. I guess it's Lex's.

Large, red letters scream at me "METROPOLIS MALL". Lex looks over at me and smiles. Its a sweet smile. I smile back... mine's not as sweet. Lex and I walk up a small flight of stairs leading to two sets of large motion censored doors. Once I step on the big, ribbed, black mat in front of the doors, they slide open. Lex leads the way into an intense collection of stores lining a enormous hallway.

Okay, so what do I need? I guess I'll make a list. Hmmmm.

- bras

-underwear

- leggings

- a pair of jeans

- some tee-shirts

- a pair of shorts

- lots of socks

- a hoodie

- a zip-up

- a pair of cozy shoes

- toothbrush

- face wash

- shaving cream

- razors

My face floods with embarrassment with the thought have having to shop for bras and underwear with my crush and my boss. I press my palm to my forehead and squeeze my eyes shut.

"Hm?" Lex mumbles, tilts his head towards me, an looks at me through the corner of his eye.

"Nothing." I reply without hesitation and flash him a smile.

Damn it. Bras and underwear.