Me and the Bad Boy...

Chapter 5

*AMBER POV*

"So...khaki or white?" Crystal asks me, holding up two pairs of skin tight jeans. Crystal and I are at the mall in JCPenny, deciding what to buy.

I told her that Mom gave me the credit card and she said that we're going to max it, with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Uhhh...both. I like the white one, but sometimes white can get messy and I like the khaki one, but it looks formal." I answer. Crystal smiles and hands them to me. She's not shopping for herself today, she shopping for me.

I already have A LOT of clothes on my arm. There are already 10 pairs of denim skinny jeans, 10 jeggings, 15 short-shorts, 10 skirts, and some basketball shorts and sports shorts. (haha, that rhymes: Sports-Shorts xD okay sorry)

There are more shorts because my sister LOVES shorts and I can't disagree with her. Shorts are amazing and it's almost summer, so it's the perfect time to wear them.

Especially since we're moving to California. I shake my head, ignoring those thoughts as I follow Crystal over to the tops. I stroll over to the white showing tables and look around for something I might like.

Crystal said that I could help her shop for clothes for me, but ONLY if it was "age-appropriate". Which means that she wouldn't let me get anything with childish features. Like Dora shirts or clothes. And that insulted me.

I hate Dora. She's just annoying. Like seriously! She asks you a question and then gives you the correct answer. What if you answered something else?

It would make you feel bad...but she can't hear you, so I don't understand why she says, "Yes! That's correct!" In her annoying, high-pitched voice.

I mean, I have a high-pitched voice too...but it's not AS BAD as her voice. But let me ignore my thoughts about *shudder* Dora.

"Amber?" I hear Crystal saying suddenly. I look up, "Huh?" I answer. She smiles. "I've been calling your name for the past 2 minutes." She says.

I roll my eyes at Crystal. "Oh yeah, 2 minutes is SOOOO long." I exaggerate sarcastically. Crystal slaps my arm playfully, "Don't get sarcastic with me." She scolds. I laugh as she shows me the shirt she wanted me to see.

It's a plain, dark blue, long sleeved, scoopneck t-shirt. It's simple, but I like it. I nod my head rapidly. Crystal giggles a little before putting it on her arm, after realizing that I already have too much clothes in my hold and no more space.

Then she folds a peach colored, ribbed tank top over her arm as well. I shrug. Then I see the CUTEST shirt I've seen in this store so far. It's a new: jet black GUESS Lace-Up-Top!!

It's SOOO beautiful! Brings tears to my eyes (not really). I point, speechlessly to the cute shirt. Crystal looks at me with a confused expression then her eyes follow my index finger.

Her eyes widen, just as mine had, and she has the same speechless expression on her face. "OMG!! It's GORGEOUS!" Crystal and I squeal happily. A few people look over at us curiously. I quickly slap a hand over my mouth.

"Sorry!"'I quickly shout to one of the workers. She glares at me before turning back to the the clothes rack she was fixing. I turn back to Crystal and we look at each other for a second before we start laughing.

I wipe a single tear from my eye once we finish laughing. "Let's just hurry up and get out of here before they kick us out." Crystal says with a smile. I nod my head in agreement.

We randomly grab a few tops that look cute at first glance and run to the cash register with our hands overflown with clothes. We set it on the counter and greet the cashier lady warmly.