Opposites

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Breakfast went by quickly. Most of it was sat in silence due to my hangover I was currently being plagued with. I barely ate the pancakes that sat in front of me. I was more of a waffle person anyways. I drank away at my instant coffee before Emilia paid for breakfast.

           “Alright, let's get going to the mall.” She put her arm through her purse and motioned for me to follow her back to the car.

           “It's gonna look like I'm shopping with my mom. What if we run into somebody?” I pleaded with her.

“Please, I'd travel to every country in the world before I became a mother. I'm just your cool, old cousin. Since when do you care what people think of you anyways?” She swatted at my arm and ran her fingers through her hair. She always did that when she was annoyed.

            She turned up the radio to some oldies channel. Emilia was singing along to a song when we pulled up to the mall.

“I don't need new clothes. We can just go back to my place.” I sighed and hoped she would be willing to oblige.

           “You can't keep wearing all these Pink Floyd and Aerosmith tee shirts. They're all wrinkled!”

           “I like them!” We were both laughing. I got out of the car and slammed the door behind me.

We walked around for about an hour trying to find one thing I'd agree to wear. She wanted to buy me nice things from Macy's but I would not let her. I went to the food court to sit down and Emilia followed while protesting.

            “Cali, just think, you can't wear these types of clothes to college or a job interview.” I ignored Emilia.

            “I'm buying some frozen yogurt. Do you want anything?”

            “You have your wallet on you?” Emilia sat down and put her head in her hands. I was obviously making her angry.

           “No, but I always carry a twenty in my bra just in case.” I pulled it out and waved it in front of her.

           “Your mother did the same thing.” She let out a small laugh.

           “Cookies and cream?” I asked her, grinning. I loved being compared to my mother.

           “That'll do for now.”

           I walked over to the frozen yogurt shop and waited in line for a few minutes until I was next. When I looked up, I saw one of the girls that I usually served at the diner that came with Mack and Justin's group. She had long, brown hair. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of amber. Her name tag read that her name was Aimee.

           “Two small cups of cookies and cream please.” I smiled at her just barely. She seemed to have recognized me.

           She filled the cups and set a plastic spoon in each.

           “So, Cali, right?” She smiled up at me slightly and fiddled around with her hands.

           “Yeah,” I let out a nervous laugh and she smiled.