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three: helping hands

three: helping hands

After a Sunday full of searching, we finished, stopping as the clouds roll in meaning it's going to rain. The wind picks up as the rain falls, blowing the cold water everywhere.

"Charlotte Rae," Belle calls, "you're going to get sick." I turn to see her beckoning me away from the balcony. I don't blame her, the cold air sends a chill through my bones.

"I want to run in the rain, but I know it's no good for me," I call back. I back up out of the balcony and close the double doors, pulling the curtains closed. Sighing, I walk to the living room and plop myself down on the couch.

Belle was sitting criss-cross engrossed in one of her stupid romance novels. After staring at her for a good 10-minutes, I take one of the decorative pillows and chuck it at her, flinging the book out of her hands and sending her hair everywhere. "Hey!" She yells, "I don't even know what page I was on."

"Sucks to suck," I stick my tongue out at her.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she mumbles loud enough for me to hear her. I grab the pillow that was behind me at chuck it at her, again. I burst out into a fit of giggles. Once they pass, I sprawl out on the couch sighing over dramatically. "What's up your ass, King?"

"I'm so bored! It's-" I turn to look at the Cable Box time, "4:17 and we're stuck at home doing absolutely nothing!"

"Hm," Belle thought. "How about we watch a movie?" I shake my head, disagreeing. "30-second dance party?" I shake my head, again, at the Grey's Anatomy Reference. "Bean Leaf?" I shake my head, for the third time, but this time an idea pops it in.

"Hey," I sit up, "How about the mall?"

"Yeah, I don't see why not?" Belle agrees quietly. I could see a little unwillingness and I know what it's from. We actually haven't been to the mall since before Amelia has gone missing.

"It'll be like old times, don't worry about it," I remind her. I stand up and give her a kiss on her forehead, "let's go get dressed, I'll let you wear one of my cute rompers." Her eyes brighten at the idea of wearing my clothes, I laugh and run my room with Belle following suit.

For a Sunday afternoon, the mall was empty. I'd expect people to go around shopping, but instead, it's completely barren. The only people that were there were a few roaming associates and parents with their young children.

Belle and I pass by Forever 21 and before I can object, she grabs my hands and drags me in there. My maroon romper fits her athletic body like a glove and I notice guys noticing it as well.

I roll my eyes in disgust, "băieți răi la ora trei (boyette ray la or•ah trey)." Belle and I both learned Romanian to warn each other about things we didn't want others to head. As this time, there were boys gawking at her at 3-o'clock.

At my information, Belle shot them a dirty look, only to stop in her tracks. It was a group of four guys with two girls. I followed Belle's eyes to recognize two of the guys. One of them was from Tuesday and the other was from the restaurant. I could feel Belle's discomfort, so instinctively, I stood in front of her and shot all of them a dirty look, only for the girls to shoot me one back.

"Back off, bitch," one of the girls said. I so badly wanted to tell her off, but I controlled myself and rolled my eyes. I turned to face Belle as one of the guys growled at her.

"Fucking weirdos," I grumbled in Romanian. Belle finally dropped her gaze and mumbled for us to go somewhere else.

As we walked out, I heard footsteps coming towards us, I turned around to see the man from the restaurant rescue come up to us. "Hello," he greeted with a funny accent, "I'm sorry for my friend, she's really possessive of her boyfriend and just didn't like the fact that you rolled your eyes at him."