“Ooh! How ‘bout this one?” Ashley squealed as she tore yet another shirt from a clothes rack and held it up to herself.

As promised, the weekend was kept open, and the girls went straight to the mall after school. Kyla had also tagged along, but, right now, she was completely MIA on the other side of the mall.

Spencer slapped a hand to her forehead in frustration, “Ash, that would be a t-shirt. I’m telling you, it’s going to be cold, and you’ll be sorry.” She dragged out the word ‘sorry’ in a sing-song voice.

“Fine! Geez…”Ashley put the shirt back on the rack and began to pout.

“Stop that,” the blonde chided.

The smaller girl only poked out her lower lip further and asked, “Stop what?” Of course there was the classic ‘I’m so totally innocent’ tone in her voice.

Spencer rolled her eyes and walked out of the store they were currently in, making a beeline for the nearest Pac Sun.

Ashley ran after her, “Where are we goooooing?”

“Pac Sun,” the taller girl stated shortly, as she pointed to the sign above the opening to the store.

“Oh.”

“Mhmm. They usually have some nice hoodies,” she mumbled as she began fingering through the various clothes racks.

“Hoodies?” Ashley asked somewhat astonished. “Didn’t-ah-no…Spence, I don’t do hoodies. Way too modest.”

“Ashley,” the blonde grunted. “Say it with me: Ohio.Will.Be.Cold. Very cold. I’m so not kidding. Unless you dress warm, you’ll regret it.”

The smaller girl heightened the pitch of her voice to a mocking tone, “Unless you dress warm…nee nee blah hah…”

Spencer shot her a look that said she was clearly not amused.

Ashley sighed in defeat, “Fine.” Quickly scanning the store she started, “I guess I could—Oh, my God! Cute jeans!” and before the other girl could protest she had bolted off to said jeans.

Right when Spencer was about to go grab the brunette by the collar and bitchslap her into submission, Kyla came running into the store, nearly plowing down the blonde in the process.

“SPENCER!!!!” the small brunette squealed.

“Kyla…!” Spencer answered with faux enthusiasm.

“Spencer! Oh, my God!” And right then would be when any bystander would want to duck in cover because Kyla was about to go into her hyper-story mode. The fact hat she talked about 100mph didn’t help much either. “Soooo I was in Claire’s, right? Right! And then I looked across the way, and I saw this little pretzel shop-I love pretzels and then beside that there was a Starbucks! So naturally I was like ‘Screw the pretzels, there’s coffee!’ I thought I had died and gone to heaven! It was awesome! Isn’t that awesome?!”