-Gemma-
"You whore!" Cara yells. It's not what you think, she calls me whore as a term of affection. Strange? Yes, very, but its no worse than my love name for her.
"Yes my dear two dollar prostitute?!" I grin to myself and flick my single pink streak over my shoulder. The fitting room door shakes violently and I giggle at Cara's exasperated sigh.
"How the hell does his damn lock work?!" My grin grows bigger and loud peals of laughter burst from my lips. It's a bit obnoxious. I have a terrible laugh and will laugh at about anything strange.
She finally gets it open and finds me on the floor clutching my sides while i try not to pee on myself, but the bewildered look on her face isn't helping. She flicks me off before speaking.
"Oh, hush. You know just how to ruin my whole day, Gem. How does this one look?" She says gesturing to a pretty white blouse that has little teal coloured birds printed all over it. I study her and motion with one finger for her to turn around. She turns looking at me over her shoulder in one of those wanna-be-sexy shake-ass poses. I snicker and she raises an eyebrow. "I'm hot, huh?" she says with a cheeky grin.
"Cute, get it." She nods, and reenters the fitting room to change.
"What about you!? All you've gotten are like 6 pairs of identical-looking jeans in different shades of blue!" She says coming out,picking up my bags and looking through the contents. She hands them back to me with another frustrated sigh. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Well I need new bras! These girls aren't getting any smaller and last years just won't cut it." I sigh looking down my plain white v-neck at my newly formed C cup. "Vicky's?" She nods again, taking ahold of my wrist and dragging me to the register to pay for her blouse.
"Gosh I wish Lola and Lexi would hit a growth spurt." Cara sighs, referring to her "ladies". I laugh and pull my arm from her grasp.
"Oh honey, believe me. These babies are more trouble than they're worth." I let out with a nervous chuckle when I realize upon approaching the counter that the cashier is male and now checking out my chest.
Cara snaps her fingers in his face, with a smirk on her face and a mischevious glint in her green eyes. "Hey Buddy!" she fakes an Italian accent and continues, "I'm sure my friend would appreciate you realizing her eyes are higher up than that."
She looks at my face pointedly,signaling for me to join in on his embarrassment, and grins back at him.
I take a few steps forward and take Cara's hand. "Babe, I know you get jealous, but there's no need to humiliate the poor guy." I say, tossing the guy a smile and feeling it grow bigger when I see how flushed his cheeks are. "Don't feel bad, Cara can't keep her eyes off me either. Especially when we're home alone."
Cara busts out laughing and breaks our facade.
"Sorry -" she reads his nametag before continuing, "Michael. Gemma and I just enjoy being little trolls from time to time. It was just too good a chance to pass up."
I grin and nod as he rings up Cara's stuff. She takes my hand again as we walk out, throwing a barely recovering Michael a wink and an air-kiss.
-Kade-
I stumble out of the crowd. My lip bleeding and my body sore, Evans put up a fight. I grin as people pat me on the back while they watch Evans be carried off to be tended to.
Keith intercepts me, hands my a roll of ones and smirks. "Feel free to come back, Kade. This crowd could use a bit of excitement. The sort of rivalry between you two definitely made it a bit more interesting to spectate."