What Love Does Is Up To You..

Chapter 29

Chpater 29

dont kill me!! ♡

Must read authors note at the end!

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Al's P.O.V

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Walking into the 20th store of the day on the 3rd level of the mall, I make my way over to the woman's section that is filled with lingering teens about my age. Some were squealing over outfits they'd put together with their friends, others browsing through the racks of clothing while I squeezed through the excitement to get to where the different pairs of leggings were.

Black and white, striped, different kinds of patterened leggings everywhere. Stopping in front of the shelves, I sifted through the pairs for my size and when my hands emerged from the black sea, I had 3 pairs. Slinging them over my shoulder, I sauntered over to the dress department.  After finding what I needed there I took off for the counter, ready to leave.

"That'll be fifty-nine, sixty five," came a gruff voice from behind the counter I had put my items down without looking to see who was behind the desk. After hearing the voice, I forced my eyes away from the money in my hands. I let them take in the carmel skin behind the cash register, with fine brown hairs caressing his arms and a tight white shirt clinging to his toned upper body, all the way up to where a thin gold chain hung from his slender neck and they continued their journey

up his face. His lips were perfectly shaped, pink. His eyes, a chocolate pool. And his hair, oh his hair. Perfectly gelled upwards and slightly swooping to the side.

Pulling me out of my state of shock was this beaut clearing his throat. Feeling embarrassed I stood up straighter, closing my mouth that was hanging ajar, and handed him the money.

Chuckling, he accepted the money and slipped me the receipt as I hurriedly packed the clothes into the plastic bag and scampered away letting the embarrassment flow through my cheeks with ease. Groaning as I exited the store I stomped my way over to the first restroom in sight.

Walking inside, I dropped my packages near the sink and gazed into the mirror, seeing a starstruck fangirl.

'Allison Rouge does not get giddy over a typical boy!' I thought to myself, realising what a fool I had made of myself, gawking at him like that.

I fixed my appearance, reapplying my lipgloss, and once satisfied - I walked out.

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Just offloaded my shopping into the car, meet me by Marcy.

I sent the text to Paige and quickly slipped my phone back into my pocket.

As I shoved it down, I heard a crunching sound.

What the?

I pushed my finger into my pocket, around the phone, and hooked the source of the noise, slidding it out gently. Once I had managed to pull the source of the noise out, it slipped from my grip and landed on the floor. Sighing, I bent down to pick it up but stopped just in time for the puzzle pieces to click together.  Literally.

Lying on the floor was two pieces of paper scrunched up together.

I seiped them off of the floor before a breeze could sweep them away. As I steadied myself on my feet again, I moved back towards the car and perched on its bonnet. Taking a deep breath, I loosened my hold on the mangled papers and smoothed them out on my jean clad legs.

One paper was a reciept with dark blue ink scribbled across it.

The other was the paper Matt had given me.