Sugar and Spice / l.h ✔️

9

~Maeve's POV~

It was Saturday afternoon when I heard a knock on the front door as I was getting dressed, being that I had just gotten out of the shower a few minutes ago. I hadn't even bothered to put on my usual makeup, since Priscilla and I were only going to see Desirae. Both of them were my best friends, so they'd obviously seen me without any makeup on by now.

Hurriedly so as to not make Priscilla wait at the front door too long, I pulled on a light blue and white gingham plaid romper with thin spaghetti straps over my shoulders and a low neckline with a knotted bow between the breasts. Above the high-waisted line was a little slit to display the skin of my sternum, below the knot. Lastly, I slipped my feet into a pair of white sandals and then grabbed a purse, leaving my bedroom so I could go greet Priscilla.

When I opened the front door, she was stood there impatiently, leaning against the porch rails. "Hey." I smiled, stepping out and closing the door behind me. She huffed and bumped my arm with hers. "Took you long enough." She pouted, following me off the porch and down the driveway to her car, which was parked against the curb by my mailbox. "So, what should we do when we get there? Maybe we can take Des shopping." She suggested, her car chirping when she clicked a button on her keys to unlock it. I smiled a little and got into the passenger's seat while she climbed in the driver's. "That sounds fun, and I'm sure she'd love that. You know how she is with clothes." I giggled, pulling on my seatbelt.

If there was one thing that everyone who knew Des knew about her, it was her love for clothes and shoes—for shopping in general, really. She loved buying things for herself as well as other people.

Unfortunately, she didn't get to go much anymore because of the fact that a lot of her hard earned money went to paying the bills and making sure her and her family had food to eat. It made me feel sad how much she had been forced to grow up and deal with out of the blue. She should've been going to school and having fun with her life still, like a teenager. I thought it was unfair but there was ultimately nothing I could do except be there for her and try to help her when she needed it.

The drive to Desirae's house was only about fifteen or twenty minutes, where we parked in front of her house and waved her to come get in when we spotted her waiting for us. She got into the back seat and leaned forward, poking her head between Priscilla and I's seats. "Hey, guys!" She grinned excitedly, just as happy to see us as we were to see her. It'd been a while since we hung out, what with how busy she was.

Priscilla and I both grinned and greeted her as Pri began to drive, Desirae's gentle brown eyes filled with warmth as she peered at Priscilla from the backseat with a tiny smile on her lips. I smiled to myself and looked out the window, knowing that she had missed her—quite a lot, evidently. Desirae had been in love with Priscilla for the last two years, though I only found out myself just before school ended last year. As for Priscilla, she was still clueless to her best friend's feelings for her, but I wouldn't be the one to tell her about those feelings because it wasn't my place to.

When we got to the mall and found a place to park in the lot we all got out of Pri's car, letting Des wall in the middle while Pri and I walked with our arms looped through hers. The air conditioning in the mall was cool when we walked into the building, my eyes flicking over to Priscilla and Desirae. "So, where to first?" I asked nobody in particular, looking around at the different stores and indoor restaurants that surrounded us. Beside me, Des squealed and tightened her arms around both Priscilla and I. "Abercrombie!" She exclaimed, dragging us through the mall.

I groaned in complaint. "You still shop here? One pair of pants is like ninety dollars." I said grumpily.

Priscilla giggled in amusement and simply followed inside without any complaints while I sulked along, wondering how Des could spend her money here. It all just seemed way too overpriced, or at least for me. But then again, I usually wouldn't spend over thirty or forty dollars for a pair of jeans. So while Des was looking around, collecting items that she wanted to buy, I just silently judged the price of everything, not planning on buying anything here. I'd be out of money if I did that.