The Boyfriend Diaries

1) Not serious? I'll show you-

    Chapter One: Not serious? I'll show you-

    Shopping bags rustled between us as we charged, mercilessly weaving our way in between the mass of people that poured out of the shopping centre's entrance. It was at this time in the day, when the sun was high in the sky and the people were scavenging for any sale they could find, that a girl and her best friend needed to be brutal when making their way through a crowd as tough as this.

    I could hear Melissa behind me, squealing as her small frame was battered form side to side by the many people barging past us. I held a firm grip on her arm as I dragged her through the crowd. Using my shoulder, I shoved past the remaining people who were lingering outside the automatic doors, inhaling smoke into their lungs. 

    When we were finally inside, we ran for safety at one of the nearest walls. Staying close to the side lines, we swiftly ran past the openings of shops. I let out a sigh of relief as soon as we could breathe and the swarm of crazed shoppers were behind us.

    Beside me, Melissa hauled her bags further up her arm before touching her right shoulder tenderly. "I think I've been bruised," she began to complain. Her light ginger- oh wait, strawberry blonde- hair, was frizzy with the humidity and the scuffles from only moments before. I contemplated telling her that she might need to run a quick comb through, but decided against it.

    "Psh, you're lucky to be alive. If it wasn't for me you'd be as flat as a pancake right about now." I told her, with a raise of my chin.

    "Eternally grateful." Melissa moaned and, even though I was slightly in front of her, I could tell that she had rolled her eyes dramatically.

    My gaze flickered around, from the many faces that strolled the centre's grounds to the shops and boutiques that were lined up, one after the other. Usually our weekend trips to town were full of hours at the beach - if the rain was kind enough to submit to the sun - as we ogled out hot guys and just pointlessly window shopped; occasionally buying the odd item of clothing but other than that, generally relaxed.

    That was until I spotted Wendy's Wig Shop.

    With my plans that had been made the night before still fresh within my mind, my hand snaked out to grab Melissa once again, and before she could complain some more I pulled her across the hall towards the wig store.

    It wasn't until we had actually entered the shop, and the shelves of head models and mannequins that wore the different styled and coloured wigs- practically dancing in front of her- did Melissa realise just where we were, and why.

    "You're so not serious, Shay." She muttered incredulously as her mouth gaped unattractively. I only sent her a flash of a grin before browsing the aisles, my pupils trying to take in the vibrant colours: reds, yellows, pinks and even lime greens. I paused in front of a light violet coloured wig, it was styled into bouncing curls and I just couldn't resist the temptation any longer.

    Reaching out I plucked the hairpiece and stuck it awkwardly on my head. Although I wasn't quite sure what to do with it, it felt as though I was balancing a carpet on top of my hair. The inside was lined with a material that seemed to be made of cardboard, nevertheless it didn't stop me from tugging it further down as I squeezed my head in as best I could.

    Running my fingers through the hair I brushed it down either side of my face, some of the curls just refused to stay back and kept jabbing me in the eye. Blinking like a fool, I spun on my heels and turned to face Melissa who had her arms crossed over her stomach and looked, well, grumpy.  But I guess once she saw me with a bright purple straw wig on my head, it quickly reversed her mood.