Average//Jack Avery

XV

Caitlin's POV

Peyton and I came back from D.C yesterday. Once again, it's quiet and boring as hell in the house. Of course the only thing that I can think of at the moment is shopping.

"OHHH PEYTOOONN!!" I yell.

"WHAAAAT CAIT!" She yells back.

"LET'S GO SHOPPING!"

"HOLD ON,"

She then walks downstairs to where I was.

"Okay, now we don't have to yell across the house," Peyton says.

"So you wanna go?" I ask.

"I don't know we've gone to the Grove like 100 times already," She responds.

"Well maybe we could have like a girls day, we don't need mans to have fun,"

"Oooo I like the sound of that, plus the dogs need a good pedicure,"

"You are so weird,"

"Hey at least I admit those things,"

"Whatever,"

I peel myself off of the couch that I had been glued to since this morning and went up to my room. LA weather is like VA in the summer, except not as muggy, or bipolar. I gonna use one of Jack's shirts and tie it up. I hope he won't mind, but I mean what he doesn't know won't hurt him. I throw on one of his shirts and high waisted shorts, and tuck the shirt in. I look for my checkered classic vans and slip them on.

I head downstairs and Peyton's not down here. Man, I bet she got distracted and is taking a nap. Her and Corbyn have like the same sleep schedule, they wake up and then take a nap, like what?! (If you saw that interview, you deserve a cookie) I run back upstairs to make sure Peyton's still awake, well breathing at the least. To my surprise she is awake, but still in her pajamas.

"Peyton, what are you doing we gotta go," I say.

"THERE IS NOTHING IN THOSE DRAWERS ANYMORE, I KEEP CLOSING AND REOPENING THEM THINKING SOMETHING NEW IS GONNA POP UP, (Me when I look for outfits) BUT IT'S THE SAME THING," She yells.

"Peyton, sweetie, 1. why are you yelling I'm right here, 2. Just pick an outfit, if you need more clothes we'll just buy some,"

"Fine, where are we even going today?"

"Well since you want new clothes we should go to a mall, but not the Grove of course. There's an outlet not too far I think. And we definitely have to get our nails done, so we could go to a spa and nail salon. OH and I wanna change my hair, so we have to go to a hair salon. You don't have to change your hair if you don't want to, you could just style it, but yeah. That's where I wanna go today. Is there anywhere else you wanna go?" I finish off.

"Just one place, Starbucks," She answers.

"Ahhh how could I forget, we must satisfy our inner white girls,"

"We sound like rich and spoiled kids,"

"No this is spoiled, rich kid," I clear my throat dramatically. "OH MY GOD DAD YOU GOT ME A BLUE FERRARI (DRIVE FAST LIKE WE FERRARI) I WANTED A PINK ONE! UGHHH YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!" I then take a bow. "Now that, that is spoiled, rich kid,"

"Oh boy, you are something special,"

"I believe the saying is something different," I joke

"You did not just use a song reference,"

"Oh but I did, now let's go get some Starbucks!"

We're now in line for Starbucks and it feels like we've been standing here forever. Finally, it's our turn, we order and head over to where you pick up your drinks. We pick up our drinks, when I turn around I accidentally run into someone. Bumping into the person causes both of our drinks to spill on each other.