Reckless

Chapter 8

Reck·less (Adj) [ rékləss ] without thought of danger: marked by a lack of thought about danger or other possible undesirable consequences

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The streets were bustling with tourists dressed in Hawaiian shirts and khaki Bermudas with sunscreen lathered on their nose. Despite the weather being the opposite of the United States it was still warm enough that I was sweating.

Little kids ran away from parents, giggling shrilly. Quentin and I had to dodge a few children to prevent them from running into us, seeing a they were all occupied with what was behind them rather than what was in front of them.

The smell of food wafted through the air as vendors were parked along the road, and at the end of the street the tar turned to sand and plants.

White sand covered the ground and almost radiated heat. The water was a clear blue that housed nervous first time beach-goers who thought they were sinking in the sand and professional surfers who rode the waves like they were the easiest thing in the world. The energy given off from the end of the street stretched as far as we were which caused my anticipation to take Quentin shopping to sky rocket. "This is going to be so fun!" I squealed and clapped my hands like a little girl going to Build-A-Bear for the first time.

"Yeah. Totally," Quentin grumbled. On the outside he looked indifferent and maybe a slight but irritated, but on the inside I could sense he was actually looking forward to trying on clothes that cost less than fifty dollars.

We walked up to an H&M near the end of the street. A small group of young teenage girls walked out of the store in only their swimsuits with each of them carrying her own bag. All their eyes locked on Quentin and immediately they all turned pink in the cheeks. It seemed as if a switch was turned on and the giggles started. I stared straight ahead and passed all the girls. Behind me I heard a squeaky thirteen or fourteen year old voice attempt to flirtatiously introduce herself to Quentin.

"I'm Cindy," when I looked back I saw a tall brunette thrust her hand out to shake Quentin's. She batted her eyelashes and put all her weight on one hip.

"I'm in a relationship," Quentin winked then took his hand out of Cindy's and followed behind me. I had to stifle my laughter until we were far enough away that the girls couldn't hear me. When we were in the middle of the store I burst out laughing. The way her eyes grew wide and her face fell in disappointment was absolutely priceless.

Through tears, I choked out: "your response was the best I've ever heard! And her face?" I made a circle with my thumb and forefinger and held up the other three fingers. Quentin just rolled his eyes. Once my laughter died down I grew curious. "Relationship? You never told me you had a girlfriend."

"That's because I don't." Quentin shrugged his shoulders.

"Then what?..." My voice faltered in confusion.

"Brunette aren't really my type." He answered shortly and turned to the nearest rack and looked through the hangers all holding the same shirt. I sensed that was the end of that conversation so I turned to the other rack and looked at some simple V neck tshirts. I found a simple grey one I thought he would like.

Quentin turned around the same time I did, holding a different style of shirt but still the same charcoal gray color of the V Neck I was holding. "You like this color?" I asked, amused. "I mean every suit coat you have is this same shade of gray, somehow you managed to pick the exact same shade out of all 50 shades of gray?" He nodded but put his down.

"I like that shirt though," he took the shirt from me and hooked the hanger onto his hand in between his thumb and forefinger.

We grabbed other shirts in different colors, but I could see he was a simple guy seeing as all his clothes were blacks, whites, and dark blues.

I permitted one casual button down.

Reluctantly.

We went towards the dressing rooms, arms full of jeans and shirts and jackets. We planned for all sorts of weather since we depended on a dart to tell us where we were going.

"What if we try and find the most ridiculous pieces of clothing and try them on?" I asked, quite proud of my idea.

Quentin practically glared at me. I only managed to find his disgusted glare highly amusing. "Fine," he sighed with the most dramatic eye roll he could muster. We left the line with clothes still hung on our arms and looked around for other pieces of clothes that looked absolutely ridiculous. We parted ways after I had handed all of Quentin's clothes to him. I had yet to actually go into the women's section seeing as I wasn't the one in need of casual clothes.

I probably looked homeless to Mr. and Mrs. Barnett.

When I reached a sections with dresses, I found a bizarre geometric shaped dress with black and white patterns ranging from a piano keyboard to zebra print. I deemed it bizzare enough and went to the opposite end of the store to look for Quentin.

He had jackets with one long sleeve and one short sleeve, and one with what looked like leopard fur, "Is that a men's jacked?" I asked, absolutely dumbfounded.

"Probably not, but I'm trying it on!" Quentin exclaimed. The smile on his face grew brighter and brighter with every passing minute.

"Alright, I think we have enough clothes to try on," I laughed as I nudged him with my elbow towards the dressing rooms.

The line had dispersed so we were the only ones in the dressing rooms. I tried on my bizarre black and white dress and strutted towards him sitting on a plush, circular seat. No sound was coming out of his mouth but a waterfall was streaming out of his eyes.

"What's so funny?" I demanded and hit my fists into my hips.

Then he burst out laughing.

"You...look...rediculous!" Quentin managed to get his sentence out in between gasps.

I spun around and marched back into the dressing room before undressing and demanding Quentin to try on his things.

But when I walked out of the dressing room in my normal clothes he was no where to be found. Confused, I walked out and took one lap around the store before walking out the main doors.

"Quentin!" I shouted, my head whipping around. I was more concerned that I had lost my income of money than the fact that I could be lost in a country that walked upside down and ate the most disgusting black substance known to man.

How was I going to survive off of that stuff?

I wasn't.

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Well 600 years later I finally got to updating. And I'm sorry! It's been crazy busy with my school's musical (like Last year). But tomorrow is closing night so after that I'll have time to write again.

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