Sorry it took me SO long to update! But i will redeem myself! *audience cheering in backround* anyways, hope this makes up for it!

"Susan….Susan…." I heard in from a distance, "Susan!" My eyes instantly opened to find Rachel in front of me. "Come on! Remember you said that we were going shopping today." I glanced at the clock on the nightstand next to my bed. It was only 6:00 A.M.

Taking a deep breath and closing my eyelids I mumbled, "Why so early?"

"Do you think we'll be able to get to all of the stores if we wake up late? Plus, we have to get through traffic. We'll be taking the metro but we have to drive there first!" she said with far too much enthusiasm this early in the morning. After much grumbled from me and much goading from Rachel, I dragged myself out of bed and got ready. Since I had to get rid of most of my 70-year out dated wardrobe, I asked Ms. Dare for and advance which she was kind enough to give. Unfortunately, I really don't know what is considered 'stylish' so I settled on mostly 't-shirts'. Today, I settled for a light pink one and 'jeans'.

"Ready to go?" thankfully was the only think Rachel said. Judging by the expression on her face when she saw me, she probably thought I truly needed to go shopping….she's probably right as well.

Rachel's POV

This shopping trip seemed necessary after I saw what Susan came downstairs in. I realized she didn't have much else besides plain t-shirts. Why else would she wear what she did?

"So, do you want to eat here or on the go?" I asked.

"It truly doesn't matter, really," she said, standing with perfect posture and hands at her side. Damn. No wonder my mom asked her to be my 'au pair'. Susan is as stiff as iron.

"Why do you stand like that, and speak like that?"

"Like what?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing. Wow. She really didn't notice. Just as I was about to open my mouth and tell her that she sounded like she was from the 19th century, I got a good look at her face. Face radiant, even with no makeup, and, even though her spine was straight as a rod, her shoulders were totally relaxed. Why should I try to change her?

"Nothing," I sighed, then seeing her concerned look, I perked up. "Ready to go?" She nodded.

The next thing I know, it's 10 A.M. and we're standing around waiting for our coffee at Starbucks with four bags in each of our hands.

"I wonder what's taking them so long," she said. Just as I was about to say something back, a totally hot tall, brown-haired college guy came off the line. And stood right next to us, his eyes landed on Susan more than once.

"Hey," he said shyly.

"Hello," she said back causally, almost as if she didn't care. Almost.

"I'm Alex," he said holding out his hand.

"Susan," she replied shaking his hand, "Pleasure to meet you."

"Do you go to college around here?" he asked, in my opinion, a bit hopefully.

"No, actually I don't…but I do live close to the city," she said quickly after seeing Pretty Boy's face drop a little.

"How long have you lived here?"

"Only recently."

"Then maybe I could show you the local sights sometimes, like maybe tomorrow night at seven?" He flashed a gorgeous Hollywood-worthy smile. It was going great, but Susan looked reluctant. She was going to screw it up! So, being the great friend that I am, I gave her a kick in the ankle before she could even start to say the n in no.

Giving a small jump she blurted, "Why not?" Pretty Boy's face lit up so much that I thought I was going to have to wear shades.

"Carmel frappuccino," the lady behind the counter said hurriedly, setting the coffee down on the counter in front of us. Alex grabbed the cup and a straw.

"Cool. Then I'll meet you here tomorrow night." Then, he left. I shot Susan an I-told-you-so look. She just blushed and then focused on her shoes.

"Well," I said, "we better do some more shopping." Her blush became deeper and I knew that was, in one way or another, an agreement.

Alex's POV

Foolish mortal. My master had a strange request, but I always obey...

"That was a great shopping trip," I said hanging up my new outfits in my closet, "I found some great pieces, but, best of all, you found what you're gonna wear tomorrow night on your date." I turned around just in time to see Susan blush crimson red. "Hey, what gives? You shouldn't be nervous at all. Aren't you British? Aren't all British people born with the smooth-as-ice gene?" She smiled.

"Why, of course!" she laughed, but then, in a more serious tone added, "But do you suppose that'll be enough for me? I mean, I haven't been on a date in ages."

"What's there to be worried about?" I assured her. We talked and joked around for a few hours more, though it didn't seem like it. Time seemed to fly and we were both surprised when the clock read 11:40 P.M.

"Well, we better get some rest," Susan said, closing the door, "Goodnight, Rachel!"

"Night, Susan!" I called after her.