Morphed

three: Bob the Billyder

"There is no darkness so dense, so menacing, or so difficult that it can not be overcome by light."
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Arriving in town wasn't nearly as dramatic as leaving the house was.

We exited the car and stood in the middle of the outdoor mall for a minute or two, just checking out everything.

Finally, I clicked the lock button on the keys, beeping the car and making everyone jump.

I smile cruelly at them and start to make my way towards a clothing store called 'All Saints'. I wonder what types of clothing they sell.

I'm not really used to malls or clothing stores because my parents have always provided for me without needing me to pick anything out. Brand names didn't matter.

We walk into the store and Coen's eyes light up with excitement. He's found a store that works for his grunge look. I look around also, mostly because I'm bored but I also want to see what they have.

I spot a denim section and make a beeline for it. I've found my new favorite Jean shop.

At the checkout, I see Brit picked out some jeans too. She looks up and looks past me, her green eyes twinkling.

My eyes narrow on her, but before I can turn around to see what she's focused on, it's my turn at the register.

When everyone is checked out, we head towards the exit.

I have my eyes locked on the door when suddenly some one slides right in front of me.

"Excuse me, Hi I'm Joe and this is my friend Billy Bob." The words slip out of a guys mouth, who doesn't look too much older than me. His brown hair and hazel eyes aren't pulling me in any more than his words are. 'Billy Bob' however, has green eyes and scruffed up hair and he's nowhere near ugly....

Literally tho, whats a Billy Bob?

I open my mouth to respond when I feel a hand on each of my shoulders, one delicate and one larger and rough. Britain and Coen.

Coen smirks at the human. Oh no.

"This is Breole From Creole and this is her side chick, Britain the Kitten and I'm the hubby, traffic Cone." Coen recites Our nicknames for eachother.

"Um...."

"What's that Joe-Ho? Or was it Billy BoB that spoke??" I'm dead. The look on this boy's face.

At this point 'Joe' looks very pale and Billy Bob is laughing hysterically.

"Next store, please and thanks." I say, laughing loudly but thankful for Coen. We never really gotten attention like this. Probably due to us growing up around the same people our whole lives.

I feel a tug at the back of my head and know Britain is playing with my hair. It's this thing she does when she's bored but it's relaxing so I don't mind.

We walk into another store and buy some other things.

A couple hours later, we're walking towards a coffee shop in the mall.