Style savvy trendsetters: more than my delivery boy chapter four.

Nick: I don't know if you can be a boy. Sadly, you have male clothing in the game, and still to have a female avatar.

Chris: isn't it? J

Shopping

~Lenci's POV~

When Brad and I walked into the boutique, we immediately got hit by warm air. I started to relax and show him around. The boutique had a street style to it, like one you would see walking down the street. Except, this one stood out from the others. It was neon purple on the outside which was saying "look at me! I'm something worth your time!" and on the inside, you saw some of the most fashionable items imaginable. I dragged him around, going on and on about the shop's history, I forgot why I brought him here in the first place. I then stopped at something about my mom, Michaela, and sighed. Brad looked at me in concern with a look on his face that was saying, "What's wrong?" I sighed and looked down at my feet and then said in a barely audible voice, "sorry for talking your ear off, I just love this place so much, I couldn't resist." I shuffled my feet around and sighed. Brad put him finger under my chin and tilted my head up to look him in the eyes. We just looked at each other and then, slowly, our lips met and we closed our eyes and made out, right there, in the middle of the customer filled boutique. We then heard wolf whistles and some claps. I slowly pulled back, my light brown cheeks now a bright red. Brad was blushing too, but not as hard as I was. I then continued to show him around, and now added a little bounce in my step as well. Brad then found something that caught his eyes, a red polo shirt matched with a pair of light blue jeans. We talked for a minute and I came back with the outfit. He went to the fitting room with the clothes to try them on. They fit perfectly. Brad followed me to the register and got his wallet out of his pocket. I then stopped him and offered to pay for him. He shook his head and paid for it himself. I then thanked him for his purchase in a 'professional' manner. I bagged his outfit and gave it to him. We then left the boutique.

home bound

I walked back home, Brad's hand in mine. He wanted to walk home with me to make sure nothing happened to me. He walked me to the door of the apartments. He opened the door for me and walked with me into the elevator. I'm actually very glad he did, because there were two tough looking thuggish like people in there also who heavily smelled like beer. I scooted closer to Brad, crushing any personal bubble he had. I felt bad for it, but he put his arm around me waist and pulled me so close that it would raise questions. One of the thugs looked over at us and then looked at me. He tapped the other guy and said, "Hey Tom, would ya just LOOK at that dime over there?" Brad growled and tried to pull me closer to him. The other guy supposedly Tom, then said, "She's real pretty. Not too many girls like her anymore." I started to whimper, and I mentally thought, "Why do I have to live on floor 79, and why is this elevator so slow?" Brad saw the look on my face and made me place my on his side pocket, the one closest to me. I felt his pocket and felt something hard and metal. I looked at him and whispered in his ear, "Is that what I think it is in there?" He nodded and mouthed something about how he would be glad to use it on one of them if they touched me. I just shook my head. 'Tom' looked at me and said, "What I wouldn't give to ram mine in there." I was paralyzed with fear, oh god, was he really going to try to rape me? Brad mumbled, "How about your life idiot? Because I will gladly see that it happens before you do." The other thug then said, "What was that junior? Or are you the quiet, shy, wimpy type?" I looked at Brad as to tell him to act shy but he didn't, he then loudly said, "I SAID, How about your life idiot? Because I will gladly see that it happens before you do!" Tom growled and said, "Joe, it looks like we have a loudmouth over there, and I don't like loudmouths." Joe then simply glared at Brad and reached down into his pocket and said, "Neither do I boss." He grabbed a gun and I started to whimper and cower, oh goodness Brad! Don't get killed when we just started dating! Tom pulled out his gun and was going to aim at Brad, but I jumped in front of him. There was no way I would let him get hurt. Tom sucked his teeth, and then in a threatening tone he growled, "Chickadee, you might want to move, I'm about to splatter Romeo here all over the walls." I whined and hugged and kissed Brad on the lips and then told him not to die. I walked to the wall opposite of his. Tears started to fall from my eyes. Brad looked like he had a plan, but the thugs didn't realize it. Joe aimed for Brad's knee and he noticed his slow movement to his pocket and said, "what you doin' Romeo?" brad gripped the metal handle in his pocket and somehow loaded the gun with one hand and pulled it quickly and screamed, " I AM NOT ROMEO DUMMIE! I AM NOT ROMEO!" he shot him in the leg and Joe screamed and shot at Brad and hit the area right above his thigh. He gasped in pain and started to fight Joe while Tom slowly advanced towards me. When Tom got directly behind me, since I was facing the wall, he pulled at my pants and pulled them down. I turned around, pulled my pants up and gave him a roundhouse kick to the face. Since it was a rather large elevator there was enough room for this thing to go down. I grabbed Tom's head and slammed him to the floor causing the entire elevator to shake a bit. Brad looked over at me surprised and continued to fight Joe. We had ten more levels to go. We were on floor 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79! Finally! When the doors opened I grabbed Brad from his fighting position, picked him up, despite he was normal weight and I was underweight. I ran and ran. I unlocked my door, ran inside, and locked the door. I started to pant and then I laid Brad on my light purple couch. I went into my kitchen and grabbed a cold bottle of water, painkillers, some bandages, and my first aid kit. I walked over to brad and gave him the painkillers and the water bottle. I opened my first aid kit and got out a tool so I could cut the bullet out. I was careful not to put him in more pain than necessary.

After a while I had Brad all bandaged up. He didn't once complain about how it hurt. I thought about how he saved my body and my self-esteem. If he hadn't have prepared for the worst, the worst would have happened. I felt like I owed him my life and my body even. Yet, I still have that three month rule. What I didn't know was in three weeks' time that rule would be broken.

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