Living without him

Only

Amy walked with pure confidence. I was sure her feet would fall off by the end of today. We've walked all around the mall. We can't even find a slightest hint. Well I can't find a slightest hint to a good outfit. Amy has a whole collection of bags from all different kinds of stores hooked up on her arms. Everything she sees she MUST get. I have one bag. One little bag, just a bracelet I saw at this store. It had a baby bat on it. So I really had to get it, it's essential. Specially with baby bats!

I stretched my spine, "Amy I feel bad for you." I grinned slightly at myself. Keeping my eyes on the ground ahead of us. I have trouble walking, even without shoes on. It's like the ground is my magnetic force and I must retract to it. Fallen and ran into so many people threw out my life. Now shouldn't be a time to worry about it!

Amy shifted a few bags on her wrist. She's been really supportive about seeing Tim. I know it's not her thing, bands, and rock music. But it's so nice of her to be so sweet about it. She slightly giggled, "like Oh MY GOD WHY?" Some of the face expressions as she does this our just priceless.

I shook my head, "dear your shoes might have a blowout!" I laughed and looked threw a store window. Soaps and body wash crap! I love the smell at these kinds of stores. All the smells just mix together into this type of awesome scent! I couldn't even explain it if I tried.

Amy walked to the door next to me, "we goin?" Her fingers snapped. I nodded and ran threw the door she held. Immediately returning to a hault. The store had tall jars of bath fiz ball type things. My mom a few times when we went to this candle store, she'd get me one. Inside of each and everyone was this beautiful stone shape heart necklace. A babyish pink, even the string it was held on to was pink. I haven't been to that little candle store in forever. Mom went there because of her friend. Her friend owned the place. Little did I know at the time the store was going to be sold. Would love to go just to see the actual building. Even though it could be rubble. Or might even be gourmet restruant? Maybe some art place where people can sell there own art? I don't even know. 

I felt a tap on my shoulder and my mind tried to gain focus back into earth. "Smell!" She forced her hand close to my face and then just slightly bonked my nose with the lotion. Causing my nostril to slightly burn. It's that type of lotion that burns the crap out of your skin.

After realization I quickly whipped it away with my sleeve, "thanks man." I groaned, and whipped my nostril lotion on her dress.

Her mouth dropped open, "excuse me?" The hands waved me away. I still stood smiling like an idiot. She tried rubbing it hard off, and then she tried again. The thing is it's not even there anymore.

I let out a snicker and walked away to some of the shampoos. There's so many different scents and colors. I picked the one that was purple, 'lavender'. Opened the cap and gently squeezed for some of the scented air to escape.

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I owe Ash big time with her birthday. Would try to host the best birthday ever for her. Ask her parents if she could go to a show? Not like the show we are going to with Tim. But a broadway show. She's always so interested in those kinds of things. When we were in ninth grade she said, 'she wanted to be one of those performers.' We snuck in and hid behind these stairs that gave my butt the hugest, butt cramps ever.

I'm always just in awe at how much she worships broadway. She's not like the Amy that acts special! But she changes into this well knowledged person that looks like there brain might explode. We went to this play once then went back several times after, just to see it again! She absolutely loved it! Can always see in her eyes recording everything they do. How they move and how they talk. How just a simple breath could change something.