She's really nice. The way Keira looks around with open, glowing eyes and pointing at everything that crosses her way with childish excitement, that I thought was fake at first but later realized that this just is her quirky personality . Not like me, who doesn't show any interest in even thinks that would be worthy of it. Yes, we seem to be complete opposites and it surprised me to realize that. We haven't been that different - well, we were even similar - to each other when I saw her at my fathers wedding two years ago. So wether she changed drastically or I did - in the end we get along besides our differences and that's what counts. So I just let her point and shout and laugh while walking next to her in silence. At first, she interprets my behavior as a simple expression of annoyance and ignorance. At least she glimmes at me a view times before I explain to her, that I'm still jet lagged and that jumping around is simply not in my human nature. I think, Keira realizes that I won't just magically change, so she let it go and now accepts that she is the one to talk and I would be the one to quietly listen. But I honestly don't think that will be a difficulty for her; she's is VERY talkative and seems to love attention. Although you could call her „selfcentered", there lays a specific naivity in it. She just likes to be in the center and not because Keira thinks she's better than everyone else, but because she just enjoys being appreciated, I guess. And I do aprreciate her company, as we walk into a store I didn't ever heard of before.
„ Did you life behind a rock for the past decade?", she laughs at me.
„ No, Austria"
„ That explains your missing knowledge about hip American Labels"
With the „hip American Label", Keira means American Apparell. I'm not yet sure, what I should think about the big Posters on the walls and the - on the first look - very boring looking clothes. But if Keira likes it here, I should at least give the store a change, right? And basic clothes are exactly what I needed, so I'll probably find a lot of thinks in here. I try a couple of them on and they indeed do fit me very well. While I am busy with deciding what to buy - in the end I take everything to annoy my father with spending his money - she looks at lingerie and shouts at me as I grab boring white underwear.
" Don't you dare! Those are insanely ugly"
" I will be the only one to see...", I trie to defend my underwear. Yes, its boring and not specifically pretty, but they look comfortable.
" So what? Enjoy yourself", she demanded and gave me a black laced bra and the fitting underwear: " Trust me, those will look great on you"
" I don't know"
" Honey, but I do!"
She says, it would make her feel really confident if she wore pretty underwear. I tell her, that I don't need to feel confident. She refuses to believe that. In the end I give in and buy all the underwear she selected for me. Keira seems to beliefe that I did it because I trusted her opinions, but I actually just wanted her to shut up about "how boys melt for lace"
" I don't care what boys melt for, Keira", I roll my eyes as we walk to her car and she glares at me: " Why?"
" Because... well... I never you know. I never had boyfriend or something like that?"
" WHY?"
" Because it just never happened. Its not that I am prude, but... just unexperienced"
" I mean, that's totally fine. It happens when it happens...", she shrugs and then changes the topic to school and her embarrassing party-adventures.
As we are at the house I go to bed without eating anything, I am just way to exhausted because of the jet-lag. The moment I lay my head on then cosy pillow, I fall asleep.
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