n0t3: Oh my god! I'm so sorry for not updating this, but I'm here now!
Disclaimer: I do not own the song: Do Somethin'. It's Britany Spears
p.s. ZANESSA PICTURES IN MY PROFILE!
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Chapter Three: Shopping
The next morning, around ten thirty, a car beeped its horn.
I grabbed my purse, and threw open then door, locked it behind me, and rushed to Troy's car.
"Shopping!" I shrieked, as soon as I got into the passenger seat of Troy's black Mazda Miata.
a/n: Picture of car in my profile! Many thanks to Veronica for the car helping.
Chad snorted unhappily in the backseat beside a perky Taylor.
"I know!" Taylor said loudly full of excitement.
I looked over at my boyfriend, as I buckled up my seatbelt.
His face showed no emotions, but when he caught me looking at him, he gave me a smile, then turned on the radio.
The radio was playing and was playing Do Somethin' by Britany Spears.
Do you feel this?
I know you feel this
Are you ready?
I don't think so
Somebody give me my truck
So I can ride on the clouds
So I can turn up the bass... like
Chad started to sing loudly, and really off-key.
Somebody pass my guitar
So I can look like a star
And spend the cash, like
We all laughed at him, but he just continued singing.
What you gonna do when the crowd goes "ayo"
Why you standing on the wall?
Music's starting everywhere
So why don't you just move along?
Then we all joined in.
I see you looking at me
Like I'm some kind of a freak
Get up out of your seat
Why don't you do something?
I see you looking at me
Like I got what you need
Get up out of your seat
Why don't you do something?
Now you all in my grill
Cause I say what I feel
Only rock to what's real
Bump bump
Then my cell phone started to ring, as we were singing.
I took it out of my purse, and saw that someone had sent me a text message, as everyone else in the car continued to sing.
Shut up. -SharpayI looked up confused, and looked around us, and saw Sharpay sitting in her car, beside us.
She gave me a fake smile before speeding off.
I dropped my phone back into my bag, and continued singing with my friends.
I see you looking at me
Like I'm some kind of a freak
Get up out of your seat
Why don't you do something?
Uh huh
I see you lookin over here
Can't you tell I'm having fun?
If you know it like I know
You would stop
Staring at us
And get your own space
And do something
I see you looking at me
Like I'm some kind of a freak
Get up out of your seat
Why don't you do something?
I see you looking at me
Like I got what you need
Get up out of your seat
Why don't you do something?
Now you all in my grill
Cause I say what I feel
Only rock to what's real
Bump bump
But I can't do that with you
I'll be here with my crew
You can roll if you can
Don't be a punk punk
What you gonna do when the crowd goes "ayo"
Why you standing on the wall?
Music's starting everywhere
So why don't you just move along?
I see you looking at me
Like I'm some kind of a freak
Get up out of your seat
Why don't you do something?
Do something
Why don't you do something?
Then we all burst into laughter.
Troy parked into an empty parking spot, and we all got out of the car, and walked across the busy parking lot and into the mall.
We first went into a clothes store, and Taylor and I immediately are attatched to the clothes, while our boyfriends, including partial boyfriend, groaned, and walk slowly into the store.
Taylor and I rolled our eyes, and grabbed a few outfits, and headed over to the fitting rooms.
As I clsoed my door, I could see the guys slowly coming towards us.
Slowly.
Snail speed.
I rolled my eyes, and locked the door.
"Ooooo. I like this shirt," Taylor squealed, as I pulled a miniskirt on to my hips.
The miniskirt wasn't really REALLY short, it was just the right length.
"Which one?" I asked, before pulling a baby-blue t-shirt over my head.
"The pink one. I wonder if Chad likes it," Taylor said, as I looked at my appearence with the mirror.
I heard Taylor unlock her door, then say, "Where the hell is he?"
I unlocked my door, and stuck my head out, to see only Troy there.
Troy said, "He went to get a drink. But that looks nice on you, Taylor," he said nicely.
Taylor nodded with a 'Thank you', then disappeared back into her fitting room.
I stood in front of the door, and cocked my head to the side, "What'd you think?" I asked my boyfriend.
"Turn around," he said with a smile.
I turned around and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Well the skirt's a bit too long," he said with a grin.
I rolled my eyes playfully, and mumbled under my breath "Perv," jokingly.
Troy chuckled, then said, "The shirt's a bit too big...But other than that, you look hot," with a grin.
"Well at least your not fully perverted," I said with a smirk.
Then I tugged on the shirt, "This shirt is a tad bit too big," then looked up, "Could you get me this in a small please?"
Troy nodded, then left to find the shirt in a smaller size.
As I passed by Taylor's fitting room, I heard quiet sniffles.
I knocked on the door, and said quietly, "Taylor? You there?"
I heard shuffles, then the door was unlocked.
I opened the door, to see a puffy red-eyed Taylor, "What's wrong?" I said, giving her a hug.
She just cried on my shoulder, and I patted her back, calming her down, "It's okay, Taylor."
"Sit here, let me change back into my clothes," I instructed, noticing other people waiting for the fitting room.
I quickly changed back into my clothes, and hung the t-shirt and skirt on Taylor's door, and asked Taylor what was wrong.
"I don't know," Taylor said defeatedly, "It just seems like me and Chad have no chemistry. He never cares about me, all he cares about is food."
I saw Troy coming towards us.
"I mean, what did I do wrong? I go to all his lame basketball games which are like two hours. And he can't even go shopping for one hour, much less ten minutes, before he's already left to find food."
"What's wrong?" Troy asked, handing me the shirt.
"Chad," I simply just said.
Troy nodded understandingly, "Well you looked pretty nice in that shirt," Troy said with a encouraging smile.
Taylor wipoed away her tears, "Thanks Troy. You should give Chad lessons on how to be a gentleman."
Taylor stood up from the small bench in the fitting room, "It's kind of weird, you know? How you've been Chad's best friend since kindergarden and your manners haven't rubbed off on him."
We all laughed.
"Hey Gabs, don't you have to try on that shirt?" Taylor said.
"Yeah."
"Hurry up, we have to find Chad. Or we could leave without him..." Taylor thought outloud.
I rolled my eyes, and locked the fitting room door.
Forty seconds later, I was out.
"It fits."
We paid for our stuff, then left the store.
As soon as we left, Taylor took out her cell phone.
"Chad! We're at the car, if you're not here in one minutes, we're leaving you there!" Taylor barked, then slammed her phone shut.
"You know we're not at the car?" I said slowly.
"Yeah. Getting back at him."
I rolled my eyes.
When we reached the car, ten minutes later, Chad was pissed off.
"Where the hell were you guys?" he said.
"Mall," Taylor simply said, before getting into the car, "Where were you?"
"Food court."
"Anyone could have guessed that," Taylor mumbled, as Troy started the car.
I looked over at Troy, who just rolled his eyes.
I chuckled.