It Has To Be You {The Sequel}

Lickety Split.

Which they can't, if you're wondering.

I go to a refreshment stand first.

'What can I get you?' the woman asks me.

'Ooh, I want a slush please!' I say, smiling like an idiot.

'Strawberry or lemon?'

'Erm...Strawberry please.' I reply.

She laughs at me, but in a kind way.

Then she hands me a strawberry slush and a straw. I take a gulp. Mm! I love slushes!

I hand her the money and start walking away. I look in windows before I actually enter a shop.

I enter the first music shop I see, which is called CD World.

I look around for a few minutes before I decide to buy a CD. I pick up one. I gasp. I wanted this CD! Lickety Split. I wanted to get her album a while ago, but I couldn't find it anywhere.

I walk to the desk and see another girl with brown hair, standing there with my album.

I wait behind her. Then she turns around and knocks my hand, luckily not moving my cup of slush.

'Oh, that was close.' I laugh softly, making sure I was fully clean.

'Oops, sorry.' she grins at me.

'That's Okay. Didn't do any harm.' I put the CD on the counter and hand the man the money.

'You like - '

'You like - ' we both start at the same time.

We laugh. 'You first.' I tell her.

'You like Lickety Split?' she asks me.

'Yeah. She's awesome. You like Risk?' I ask her.

'Yes! She's a great singer! And she can play the guitar.'

We both look at each other closely.

'You're Risk!'

'You're Lickety Split!' we both cry in surprise.

'Ssh!'

'Ssh!'

A crowd of girls are staring at us. Uh-oh.

'They know.' I squeak.

'Yeah. What are we gonna do?' she asks me.

'I don't know...' they come closer to us. 'Run!' I yell. We both take our bags of each others CD's and run, pushing past the girls.

We start laughing as we push past loads of people, with the girls following us.

We run and run and run until we're out of breath.

'Where now?' I ask her.

'I don't know!' she laughs.

'Toilets!' I push her into the ladies toilets and slam the door.

'What the hell?'

'It's the best I could think of in a minute of panic.' I explain. She bursts out laughing again.

'What if they find us?' she asks.

I shrug. 'So, maybe we'll wait.'

'Yep!'

'What's your real name?' I question her.

'Emily. Yours?'

'Reece. How old are you?'

'Twenty. You?'

'Aw man! I'm eighteen. Why were you buying my album?'

'Because I like your music. You?'