Idris

0.6

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Carson shifted on her feet uncomfortably while she searched through the racks of clothing infront of her.

And there were so many racks.

She looked out of place with Idris's large t-shirt and baseball shorts hanging off her. She actually looked ridiculous but she didn't seem to care. Idris watched people gawk at her with puzzled expressions, some even mumbling under their breaths.

"Idris my feet hurt and I'm hungry, can we just get food", Carson begged, sprawling herself on one of the vintage couches tucked in the corner of the thrift store.

Carson pleaded for Idris to take her there, refusing to let him buy her any clothing that was brand new. It took Idris five seconds to recover before he started driving around the small town  searching for the only thrift store open.

A fucking thrift store, he thought. He'd never been to one, his mother reminding him that those kind of stores were for poor people only.

As he looked around, he knew his mother was wrong. Everyone seemed to shop here, from teens to a woman wearing expensive brand names. He tried to spot the 'poor ones' but he couldn't or he didn't want to. He hated that his mother's voice echoed in his head just then, taunting him to make up assumptions on someone else's physical appearance.

How fucked.

"We've only been here for ten minutes, just pick a bunch of stuff", Idris grumbled, fiddling with a road map he purchased.

"You pick, I also need underwear", she said casually looking up at the ceiling.

Idris groaned before stuffing the map in his pocket and walking over to the racks of clothes she was previously at. Scanning the shirts, he quickly grabbed a handful, stuffing it in the basket that was resting at the end of Carson's feet.

He stopped at the underwear section, pausing.

"Uh Carson?"

Carson craned her neck to look over at him, "Hmm?"

"Thrift stores are from people who donate old clothes right?"

She nodded slowly, begining to understand the question and bizarre situation she had put him in.

Idris pointed to the underwear, his face pale, "So, these are hygienic?"

Carson's cheeks flushed bright red, "Um I think so? I'll just grab them myself", she hurried, glancing at the old woman staring at her in horror.

Oh god!

Five minutes later they were both walking out with bags in their hands and a scowl on Carson's face.

"I can't believe you threw undies at that poor lady", Carson hissed, throwing the bags in the back before sliding into the passenger seat.

Idris hid his smile, a chuckle wanting to escape but he coughed in his fist instead.

"She asked to check your pockets four times", he defended, turning the ignition on and backing out of the parking space.

"I know, still she didn't deserve underwear in her face", she mumbled.

Idris shrugged, "She did and I did see you trying not to laugh."

Carson rolled her eyes smiling, "Shut up", she leaned back in the seat huffing, "God I hate shopping, I don't understand why so many girls love it. You know what I'd rather do? Food shopping. I could walk through every aisle a million times-"

"You shut up", Idris cut in, pinching the bridge of his nose in despair. If she kept talking like this all the time he would need ear muffs or better yet a mute button.

Finally silence comsumed them as he continued to drive. The roads were clear, not one car in sight which seemed to put Idris on edge. He had no clue where he was going, he was going off all the signs that passed by directing them to another town.

Fishing out his map he tossed it over at Carson who yelped in surprise, clutching onto the paper tightly, she let out an irritated noise.

"Read it and see where we are", he sighed.

"Yes sir, anything else? Would you like some hot chocolate with that", she mocked.

He hummed in response ignoring her sarcastic remark.

"Oh look a Burger King, can we stop there please I'm so hungry", Carson whined, pointing at the big flashy sign a few metres away.

Sighing, Idris flicked his indicator and turned into the busy strip. All the cars he didn't see on the road seemed to have migrated to this one place.

He could feel his heart rate pick up. Large crowds had always set him off, his panic was slowly rising as they both hopped out of the car, passing a few familes.

"Can I ask you something?", Carson suddenly spoke up, startling Idris. He rolled back his shoulders attempting to gain back some control.

Just breathe.

"You're going to ask anyways so go ahead", he forced out, giving her a wary look before shaking his head causing his chestnut hair to fall over his eyes.

"What are you running from? Do you have family that will miss you? Will any of them call the cops?", she asked quickly.

Idris had to lean in a little to hear her over the noise, "That's none of your business, I don't pry into your life and you don't pry into mine", he snapped sending her a harsh glare.

Carson threw her hands up in defence frowning, "Right", she nodded pursing her lips and looking away.

Idris could have sworn he saw a flash of hurt pass through her eyes but he didn't want to tell her his problems and he sure as hell didn't want to hear hers.

At least not yet anyways.