Meant to be

i cant stand you

Erica: um, yes duh. She's my Bestie

Albee: I didn't ask if she was your Bestie. I said bae.

Cyn: leave her alone albee

Albee: why, can't you see how much fun I'm having.

Cyn; stop, before you get her mad

Albee: I'm not scared of her you know.

Cyn; well it's your funeral. *walking to the car*

Erica: why did you do that?

Albee: what. I wanted to see if you wouldnt be a wuss.

Erica: man whatever.

Albee: just be honest with your self geez.

Erica: for the last fucking time Albert. She's my friend. I'm not going to make things akward between us.

Albee: how's it awkward if she feels the same way.*opening the car and starting the engine.

Erica got in the back to seat next to cyn. As soon as she put on her seat belt, cyn grabbed her hands and intertwine there fingers. Erica looked at her smiling. Albee looked in the review mirror and saw cyn laying her head on Erica shoulder, while Erica ran a hand up and town cyn arm. Once they arrived at the mall, erica held the car open for cyn and walked into the mall, with their hands intertwined.

Albee: where too first.

Erica: the shoe store. I'm sorry cyn, but those tennis shoes need to go.

Cyn: hey*a bit offended* I happen to like those.

Erica: ya, well say your goodbyes. Let's go*pulling cyn in the direction of the shoe store.

Cyn pouted as erica made her sit down. The sales guy measured cyn feet and told erica the size. Erica got a cute pink timberland. Two superstars, a white and black and a black and gold. Three new Jordan 7s. She came back after she paid for the shoes. She made cyn try on the superstar. She put cyn old tennis shoes in the plastic bag and threw it in the trash.

Cyn: where's my shoes.

Erica; in the trash.

Cyn; are you crazy. We can't just walk out the store. I didn't pay for these*pointing to her feet.

Erica: I did

Cyn: erica, I don't need you to waste your money on me.

Erica: its not wasting if your going to use them. Albee bring these to the car please and meet us at H & M.*handing albee Thr bags

Cyn: wait, erica. His not your maid.

Erica: I never said he was.

Cyn; so why you just handing him your bags.

Erica: his my assistant.

Cyn: wait, his a Dr too?

Erica: *laughing* albee a Dr. Lol hell no. He couldn't even pass calculus without I tutoring him.

Cyn; but your a Dr and you said his your assistant*confused*.

Erica: cyn, I have my own clothing line and a wait loss tea. I'm almost a billionaire.

Cyn; *stunned* what.

Erica: ya, Albee got a good eyes for fashion trends and helps me pick material. So his kind of my assistant.

Cyn: wow, I'm impressed. Who would have thought little jazzy from miss Brooke kindergarten class would be out here making major moves.

Erica: well, I had to be someone my mom would be proud off. I worked my butt off to get where I'm at.