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*Jory's POV*

"Oh my George, Stevie, look at this!" I cried, picking up a CD from the rack.

"What?" she asked, rolling her eyes at me.

"Look! It's on sale!" I yelled, running towards her and shoving the CD in her face, "It's beautiful, Stevie! Look at it! Can we get it? Please?"

"If you took it out of my face for one second, maybe I'd be able to see it!" she said.

"Fine," I sighed, placing the Rubber Soul CD in her hand, "It's on sale. Please, can we get it? Please?"

"This is on sale? Really?" she asked, growing excited, "For how much?"

"Fifty percent off!" I cried, "Please?"

"Of course! What are you waiting for, girl? Get to the cash register, stat!" Stevie yelled, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the register, "Come on!"

When the old employee looked at our CD, he smiled. "Ah," he said, his voice almost sounding like what a frog's would, if it could talk, "The Beatles? A very good choice. You like them, yes?"

"No," Stevie said, "We're buying it to burn it."

I hit her arm. "Don't be mean. He's old."

"In my day," he croaked, "People used to do that you know. Here's your CD, girlies. And since you look so nice, make sure you take our customer satisfaction survey online. It'd mean so much for all of us," he said with a wink.

"Oh, um, sure," I said.

"We're leaving now," Stevie said, dragging me out of the store. When we were outside, she cried, "Holy crud, that guy gave me the creeps!"

"He's just an old man," I said, "They're all creepy. I bet Paul and Ringo are creepy old men too."

Stevie hit me upside the head. "Take it back!" she yelled, "You take it back right now!"

"Na na na na na," I taunted," You can't get me!"

"You wanna bet?" she asked, and chased me the whole way home.

*Stevie's POV*

I picked up my guitar and started plucking random chords while Jory looked over her receipt.

"Hey, Stevie," she said, "You think we should tell them about the creepy old guy hitting on us?"

"Well, yeah," I said, "He was a creepy old guy, and he was hitting on us. Obvious fact is obvious."

"Mmkay. I was just checking," Jory said, pulling out her laptop, "Come do this survey with me."

I reluctantly set my guitar down and joined my friend at the table.

"Step one," she read, "Enter your name. Hey, look at that! There are two name slots. That's convenient!"

She quickly typed our names, and read on.

"Step two. What is your problem?"

I grabbed the laptop from her and typed, "The creepy cashier was hitting on us. He was weird. And gross. And creepy. And old. And creepy. Did I mention creepy?"

"I think you got the point across, Stevie," Jory sighed, taking the laptop back, "Step three. Do you agree to the terms and conditions?"

When she went to read the terms and conditions, I stopped her. "What are you doing? No one reads those," I said, checking the box and hitting enter.

That's when everything went psychedelic.

Leona's Note: Hi people! We're just letting you know that we're going to upload this when we get bored! Don't expect regular updates. Sorry!

STF45's Note: This is the wonderful collaboration between my sister, the lovely LeonaStyles, and me! Don't worry, I'm not deserting my other story! Please leave a review if you'd like to see more of this! :-D