Twin Mates

Shopping!

Last chapter in Twin Mates: "Let's save that for the date, shall we?" He let out a noise somewhere between a growl and a whimper, and I giggled. Wow, I almost never giggle, what are these boys doing to me? I grabbed Nathan's stuff, much to his protest, and helped him into the passenger side of my car. We could have someone pick up his car later. I dropped him off at his house and went home. I looked through my closet for two different date worthy outfits, but none lived up to my idea of the perfect date... well dates. It was time for Rebekah and me to go shopping! Yay!

Alex's POV:

Rebekah was tapping her fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of some mindless pop song that radio's like the one we listen to play at least five times a day. Because of the size of this town, the nearest mall was a two hour drive into Seattle. We had only been in the car for around 45 minutes, but I don't like staying still for more than half an hour. Because of my werewolf senses it doesn't make me nauseous to read in the car, but I had slept in and been in a major rush to get into the car when Rebekah honked at me. So of course I forgot my book.

I leaned my head against the cool window, looking out at the dreary rain that always falls in March. I stare blankly out the window and think of all that has happened in the last few weeks. On March 9th I found my mates. Since then I have fainted multiple times, watched them tear at each other twice, and had my first kiss...and my second. It is almost April and Washington doesn't have a history of good weather in April. The Town that my Mates pack has their headquarters in is in a small town called Tieton, and no matter how small it is, it doesn't escape the attention of Mother Nature's gigantic vendetta against Washington. There is only around 2,000 people, so obviously they aren't going to have a good shopping mall; which is why we are heading to Seattle.

I have had my forehead against the window for so long that I can't feel that part of my face. For a shopping trip this is awful boring... Just as I said that one of Rebekah and mine's favorite songs came on. We looked at each other for a second, grins slowly widening until I reached for the volume knob and cranked up the volume. One Directions new song Midnight Memories blasted from the speakers. Rebekah can't sing to save her life, and my voice is good enough to have gotten me into the elite choir at the high schools where I tried out. Even though I'm an okay singer when I try, I'm not trying so we both are just screaming our heads off

Straight off the plane to a new hotel

Just touched down, you could never tell

A big house party with a crowded kitchen

People talk shh but we don't listen

We continue to scream the sing all the way through, without a care in the world. Rebekah sings everything Lois sings, and I sing everything Niall sings. Zayn doesn't get a solo, boo. Anyways we continue to sing/scream until the song is over, and then collapse in a fit of giggles. This seems to break the silence and Rebekah and I talk animatedly through the rest of the ride. When we finally reach Seattle we go straight to our favorite mall. One of my parents stipulations on letting out to do this work was that I take enough money to live 'comfortably', and apparently 'comfortably' in their minds is enough money to buy a new closet full of Gucci every month.

Me and Rebekah go straight to the most expensive shops. Not to buy a lot of their clothes, but to rent out one of their bag carrying people. I ask to see the manager of the store, and this really skinny woman who looks to only be around 28, but by the way her eyes crinkle when she smiles, I can tell that she has just aged gracefully, and is really about mid-forty's.

"So, I know that if someone has enough money, that they can get people to carry their bags through this store as they shop, right?" It's not like I think that because I am a princess I deserve to be waited on hand and foot, but with Rebekah and I shopping, the bags pile up pretty quick... and we are both too lazy to carry them ourselves.