Promise the stars

The Not-so-bad boy

S.O.T.D: HIGH FOR THIS COVER BY ELLIE GOULDING (SHE'S MY SPIRIT ANIMAL...I HOPE)

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"Dude, why do you need to try on three different colors? They're all the same thing!" Andrew screeched as he sat, slumped, in one of the chairs outside of the dressing room.

"One, I'm not a 'dude'" I hissed from inside the changing room, as I pulled off the crème crop top, "And two, they are NOT the same thing! Something as simple as color can really change the way something looks on you"

He rolled his eyes at me as I walked out of the change room with stacks of clothes in hand.

"A gentleman would offer to carry these for me"

He looked me up and down before breaking into a grin.

"Good thing I'm not a gentleman"

Giving him the dirtiest look I could muster, I stomped over to the cash register and stood impatiently as the cashier fumbled to search for the tags.

"It's right there" I grumbled at her.

"Sorry" she breathed not looking at me.

"Harper, you should get one of these things!" Andrew exclaimed from the back of the store.

"That's a belt strap" I mumbled at him.

"The better to strap your mouth shut, huh?" he smiled at his joke and made his way over to me.

"What happened to the truce?" I asked.

"I only agreed to get to know you and you agreed to get to know me. This" He said pointing at himself, "Is me. Like it or leave it"

"I'm~"

"Cuz if you wanna leave it, I could drop you off at the bus stop" I turned to glare at him but stood confused as he grinned at me, "I'm kidding...a bit"

"You are absolutely impossible~"

"Andrew! Andrew! Andrew!" a sudden voice had me trailing off and staring up at Andrew as the voice was coming from him...

"Chandler" He growled fishing through his pockets to pull out his phone.

"What have I told you about changing my phone ringtone, you idiot?" Andrew grumbled angrily.

I turned my attention to the cashier as she quickly began scanning the tags on my clothes.

"What do you expect me to do with her for another hour?" Andrew growled loudly.

"I'm right here you know" I hissed offended.

"Yeah, I know" He rolled his eyes and went back to his conversation before angrily shoving his phone into his pocket, "the nerd convention is running late"

"Oh"

"What am I going to do?" He muttered softly to himself.

"What do you mean?" I asked gently as he fixed me with a glare.

"Why don't you focus on queen Diana's closet over there and mind your own business" he snapped quickly.

"You probably can't even spell closet" I huffed rolling my eyes.

"Your total is four hundred and fifty nine dollars" the cashier smiled at me.

"credit" I said automatically as Andrew's hand shot to block me.

"You're using a credit card?" he asked quickly.

"Of course not!" I whispered, "I'm using a brick that's been fashioned into a modern day credit card for convenience, silly"