A Walk to Remember (editing)

Walk #59

Savannah Underwood

Tomorrow is Chris and I's two year anniversary. We were celebrating because we didn't celebrate our first year, which we should have. But we didn't so tomorrow, we're gonna celebrate.

"I don't know what you can possibly do in a fucking snow storm." Tip said as we walked into the mall.

"Trust me, the snow doesn't stop Chris and I from doing anything." He chuckled.

"Yeah we all know that. Believe me."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Nothing. Anyway, what are you trying to get him?"

"Not just something basic like shoes & hats and all that. But something he can hold on to. Something worth it."

"Uh, I think Chris would actually like shoes and hats, Sav." I shook my head looking around.

"You don't know him like I do. And don't fucking start that, I knew him longer before y'all got together. No bitch. I'm his girlfriend. I know every fucking thing there is to know about him, you don't."

"Yes I do."

"Okay, what's his shoes size?"

"Chris is the same size I am, an eleven."

"Okay, how does he like his bath water?" He wrinkled up his face looking at me.

"I don't know!"

"Exactly, you don't know him like me, Tip." He laughed as we continued walking.

"All right, Savannah. Point proven, but you still don't know what to get him."

"I'll figure it out. I always do." I said with smile when my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from Jayla.

Found this in my camera roll .

I slid the text over and looked at the picture she sent me. It was a picture of Chris and I. I smiled staring at it when I got a thought.

"I have an idea." I said looking at Tip.

"What's your idea?" He asked.

"Just come with me. It's not here." I grabbed his arm and we rushed out of the mall to my car.

I thought it'd be cute if I made a little photo album of just Chris and I, no one else unless we looking cute in a group picture or something. It's not shoes or anything but it's something thoughtful. It's something special.

"What the hell are we doing at Walgreens? You gonna get him a fucking card?!" I rolled my eyes getting out the car.

"No, nigga!"

"Then why are we here? Are you really tryna get him a cheap present?"

"You know, shut the hell up. You're so annoying. I brought you here to help me and now I regret it. Tomorrow is me and my baby's day so whatever I get him does not apply to you. Okay?"

"Just tell me what we're doing here."

"I'm gonna print out some pictures, all right? Now come on."

"Fine." I sighed and we walked into the store.

It costs ten cents per picture and even a little more since it's off my phone. I printed more than 100 pictures, beautiful pictures, even some exclusive ones.