It All Started With A Text...

Chapter Eleven

We went back up to my room and ate our apples while going through the Internet and looking at fashion sights. We went to sleep around eleven, and I drifted off quickly, smiling at the thought of seeing my boyfriend tomorrow.

"Karla, are you ready?" I asked the next morning.

"Yup, let me just fix my hair," she replied, running a brush through it. I picked at a piece of lint on my tank top, and then I made sure my face was good.

My hair was in a simple side part with my bangs brushed a little bit out of my face. I smiled at myself in the mirror, and then quickly picked up my purse and walked downstairs, Karla in tow. We got into my mom's car and she drove us to the mall. 

When we arrived, we quickly walked into the food court and looked aorund for Josh and Parker. When we found them, I went up to them and Josh gave me a long hug, and then we all went to the pizza line.

We got pizza and breadsticks with pop and ate them, all of us talking and laughing. When we were finished eating, we got up, cleaned up, and then we all started walking around.

"What movie are we seeing?" I asked.

"I was thinking of 'Crazy, Stupid, Love,'" Josh said, Parker agreeing with him.

"Alright, that sounds great. What time?"

"The show starts at two," Parker said. I nodded, and I grabbed Josh's hand and linked my fingers through it. 

"Where do you want to shop?" Josh asked.

"I don't know, I really don't want or need anything," I replied.

"Come on, you're a girl, you have to want to buy something," Josh teased.

"Well, all the stores I would want to go to, you would be bored out of your mind," I warned him.

"I would sacrifice it," Josh said, smirking slightly.

"Okay, then. Karla, want to go into Coach?"

"Yeah, let's go!" she said excitedly. We dragged the guys through the mall and we eventually got to the Coach store.

Karla and I ran in, and we looked at the purses. After about fifteen minutes, I decided on getting a small, dark blue change wristlet, and bought it quickly. I grabbed the bag, and then we kept walking. through the store.

"Hey, do you want to go to the candy store?" Josh asked me.

"Yes!" I squealed, before remembering about my diet; which I had not remembered for a while now. But I didn't want to seem rude, so I kept on smiling.

We all walked to the candy store and grabbed bags. I got taffy, licorice, rock candy, Reese's, Kit Kats, and a bunch of other yummy stuff. When we had paid, we walked around for about a half hour, and then we went to the movie theatre and got in line.

Josh bought our tickets for the movie, and then we all got popcorn and slushies, not buying candy because we already had our own.

When we were all settled in our seats, Josh linked his right hand through my left hand, and put our popcorn in between us. I took a sip of my own slushie, and we waited for the previews to be over with.

Once the movie started, everyone in the theatre started laughing, and for two hours, I was pretty entertained.

The movie was hilarious, that's for sure! When it was over, I went into a couple more stores, and then my mom came to pick us up.

"Thanks for today," I told Josh, kissing his cheek and getting into the front seat of my mom's car.

"Was it fun?" she asked.

"Really fun," I replied, sighing and smiling.

When Karla and I were up in my bedroom, we started talking about the day.

"I can't believe they went into Coach with us!" I giggled.

"Oh, I know! They were also really patient with us," Karla said, raising her eyebrows a little as she smiled.

"The movie was hilarious, too," I said, picking at my nail.

"Yeah, that was pretty good," she agreed.

We talked for about an hour, and then it was dinner time. We walked downstairs to find the table laced with salad, chicken, mashed potatoes, and rolls.

I licked my lips hungrily, and Karla and I both sat down next to each other. Dinner lasted about a half hour, and when we were done, we went and got dessert of angel food cake and heaps of whipped cream.

"Did you even put any cake on that?" I asked Karla, whose plate was covered in whipped cream.

"Did you?" she shot back, looking at my own plate, which was about the same as yours.

"True," I admitted, laughing. We ate our delicious dessert, and I really felt content. Maybe I wasn't so fat. Maybe I just let one text get to me from someoine jealous. 

Or so I thought.

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