If Love Can Kill

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StrawHat pulled me around the mall from store to store looking at just about everything.

"Hurry up," she groaned as I lagged behind her.

I stared her in the eyes and began walking even slower. Her only response was to grab my arm and yank me over to the next store, which was the only store I had really wanted to come to in the first place.

She glanced around not finding anything interesting as I walked inside and began to search through all the shirts.

This store was the only one in the mall that sold surf gear and other tropical items, such as an aloha shirt.

I skimmed through all the different items, picking up a few I liked as I did so. I had about eight or so in my arms before StrawHat grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the cash register.

"Hey I wasn't done looking!" I said as she grabbed all the shirts out of my arms and dropped them onto the counter.

"I'm sure you weren't," she handed the cashier her credit card, "but nine is a little excessive so I stopped you at eight." Smiling she grabbed the bag of shirts off the counter and handed it to me.

"Nine is not excessive," I said following her as she walked out of the store.

She rolled her eyes and walked over to the food court. It was packed with hundreds of people, and all of the lines were extremely long.

"Maybe we shouldn't eat here..." I said trailing off as I glanced around at all the people.

StrawHat ignored me and pulled me along to one of the tables where someone was sitting. And that someone happened to be Diver.

"Oh StrawHat, Aloha, you made it," he smiled at us and handed me a drink, "cherry boba."

StrawHat pushed me down into the seat across from him, "anyway I have to go to work now, have fun you two."

Army