"These are good." Amy held up a size 7.5 in women's. "And they aren't even that expensive."
"What? Give 'em to me, I wanna see the pri... I expected them to be blue, not black." Allen admitted as Amy passed him the boot to check the price. "It says 34.99, that's not cheap."
"Look harder!" Amy pointed at a light orange sticker on the price tag. "It says 75% off on these boots."
"You're kidding..." Allen squint at the orange sticker for a long time, his ADHD wasn't bad so it didn't take long. Sure enough, it said 75% off on Black Red Wings hiking boots.
"Are they sure they should be doing 75% off on these things?" Allen questioned, scratching his chin "These would be about $8.75 with that discount. I bet, it's a type-o."
"I bet it's not a type-o." Amy fussed, He doesn't understand making room for new products. Amy thought.
"Allen, thar guy earlier mentioned a wolf house, what was he talking about?" Allen tensed. "You don't need to know... but it seems that Ben thought you had been there to." He stood there, looking at me as if I could explain it.
"Don't give me that look when you know I have no memories." Amy mumbled. Allen gave her a pitiful look. "Right...sorry."
They way he looked at her... It made her heart ache. No, she told herself, Allen is like a brother to me! I do not... I do not like him. But she just couldn't make her heart stop, even though it was a look of pity. The good news, It seems that Allen didn't notice. The bad news, even more people were giving them looks.
"I definitely don't want that look." Amy looked away when she said it, snatching the boots from Allen and putting them back into their box. "Now, let's go buy this stuff before more crazy people appear."
Allen was at a loss of words for the moment, but he snapped out of it. "Yea, sure. But first, were stopping by a ATM." Allen strolled off towards an ATM machine. Amy completely forgot Allen was loaded, ofcourse she always questioned it since he was always stealing. Maybe this account was full of stolen money? Probably not, Amy didn't think Allen could steal enough that he would need a bank account.
When Allen came back over holding a small wad of cash, Amy questioned him.
"Why do you steal money when you're loaded?" Allen tensed abit, but he slowly relaxed. "I steal, because if I withdraw money, my family will track me."
Amy must of had a puzzled look on her face because Allen added on. "I ran away from home before 2nd semester."
"Oh..." Amy frowned. Why would Allen need to run away from his parents? Then Amy realized he said family, not parents. "Do you have siblings looking for you aswell?"
Allen started walking to the registers. "I have a step-sister and a step-dad."
