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Chapter 13
HOLLISTER. YES!!! First shop I had to go to. I was sprinting down fifth avenue, and twirling around the streetlights, as they do in the movies. It wa great.
My face dropped when we arrived at the store. There was a line that had to be a hundred and one miles long. Pfffff. I would waste my whole afternoon just waiting. Sigh.
"Hey, you okay? You seemed so happy a couple of seconds ago... What happened cupcake?" Did I hear actual and sencere concern? FTW? Um, alriiiiiiiight...
"Why would you care?" I was bitchy. No denying it. Bite me. He can't act like that and expect butterflies and rainbows.
"I'm trying to be nice here. Work with me?" He had a point. UHHHHHH. Mentally clamping my hands in front of my moulth so I never say such lies again. This is basically against my religion.
"Um, ya sure, well, er, it's just that, I really wanted to go to this store," I pointed out the Hollister store behind me, "and, well, there's a line that's eternal. So I'll waste my whole afternoon just standing there. With you." I groaned at the last part, adding it as an after thought. What? I can be rather rude.
"Oh, if it's only that, I could help you. The guy at the door owes me." Is he in the fucking maffia or something?
"Would you? That'd be so nice. Thank you."
"Oh, no begging?" He winked. Oh my god. Fan fan fan fan fan fan. I'll faint. I will. I can't handle that much hotness. Oh dear lord. Stay cool. C'mon. Witty reponse. Here we go:
"Er, well, um please?" Fuck you brain. Just no.
"That was pathetic. But whatever, let's go."
He actually led us through the door and spoke a couple words in the ear of the door man, he paled slightly, while trying to keep a straight face and immediatly openend the doors. I love being in company with a superstar. Well, a particular superstar. ENOUGH! This plan is getting to me...
I immediatly smelled the strong smell and felt a goofy grin climb up my face. Ah Hollister. Clothes. Shopping. This is the life.
I went to the closest tables and saw a cute shirt. I had to get it.
It was te first of many. I finally went to the changing rooms, with my arms loaded. Usually, you can only have seven pieces, but Nate handled it.
Did I mention I love shopping with this guy?
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Nate's P.O. V.
This was boring.
Seriously, why do girls have be so urgh about shopping. Sure, I wanted to spend time with the girl that was "going to break my heart". She doesn't seem to have it in her, to be honest. But God, she can be such a bitch. But I see how she is with the others. She can be really kind, I didn't expect that from such a sexy girl.
The worst part is, I know she doesn't know how sexy she is. Like those dumbasses sing,: She doesn't know she's beautiful. Wow, I never thought that those lyrics could actually mean something except 'drop you panties for our "deepness"'.
Right now I was sitting in front of her changing room waiting for her to come out. It was boring. I was counting the stripes on the animal print couch.
She'd show me all the clothes she had carried in. I had to either approve, or dissaprove and I was only a little bit flattered. I mean, she knew I didn't give a damn about clothes, and I couldn't tell you what Vuitton was to save my own life, but she still wanted my opinion. That gave me a good feeling.
Finally she emerged clothes hanging all over her, knowing her she didn't feel like carrying them. Lazyass. How is she even my A-dancer? Right. Because she's amazing and I have an unheatly obsession with her. There I admitted it. Don't kill me.
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A/N Here you go, so next chappie is gonna be some more on their trip, I know it's getting kinda boring, but just stick with me. It'll pay off. Who likes Nate's P. O. V. ? I'm not a guy, so I don't know how they think, but I imagine Nate thinking like that. Like kinda dirty with a sweet edge. I like nate.
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