A Better Life (Matt Espinosa fan fic)

Chapter 17

Hey everyone don't have much to say but hope you like this chapter! Sorry I haven't updated in a while.

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Christina's POV:

We walk into the mall and the first store I see is Hollister.

We walk in and I pick out a bunch of clothes to try.

I end up buying a maroon sweater, some royal blue converse, a California republic shirt, a muscle tee that says "whatever", and a white bandeau.

We then walk into Tillys and I pick out more things.

A "find your anchor" tank top, black wedges, a Young and Reckless tank top, a galaxy backpack, and a new penny board that has pastel colors.

After that I'm starving.

"Want to go eat somewhere?" I ask.

"Yeah."

We walk to the food court.

"Where do you want to eat?" I ask Brooklyn.

"Umm how about Chick-fil-a?"

"Sure."

We walk to chick-fil-a and order our food.

We pay and go sit down at a table, until two guys come up to us.

"Hello pretty lady." One says to me.

We ignore them and grab our bags and throw our wrappers away.

They follow us.

"Get away from us. We have boyfriends." Brooklyn says.

"Well we don't see anyone here." They say and smirk.

"Then turn around." I hear two familiar voices say.

They turn around and Taylor and Matt are standing there.

"I dont see much." The two guys mutter.

Taylor and Matt throw hard punches at their jaws and they fall.

(This was such a cheesy part 😂)

"Hey babe I didn't know you were coming here." I say.

"Taylor and I just wanted to come to shop. I didn't know you were coming here either." Matt says.

"Oh well this is our girl time, see you later babe." I give him a kiss and we go our separate ways.

"So how are you and taylor?" I ask Brooklyn.

"Good. I really like him." She answers.

"He is always talking about you. How pretty you are, how sweet, and just how perfect you are." I say.

"I'm not perfect. I don't know what he sees in me."

"You are so pretty Brook."

"Did you call me brook?" She asks.

"Yeah, is that okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, that's what my grandpa used to call me, before he died." She said looking down.

"Oh I'm sorry I won't call you that if you don't want me to." I say.

"No it's okay. You can." She says with a smile.

We walk into Aeropostale and I get some v-neck shirts, some grey and pink sweats, and a hoodie.

I also get some new lipgloss and flip flops.