This is for Camilla 'cause she's the greatest and she requested a chapter like this. And she fully deserved one. Happy birthday! - Again :)

So I said whatever, I haven't finished the 11th chapter yet, but it's taking me too long.
Enjoy :)

"Guuuurl, we gotta get to Intuition!" Demi squeaked and began running with small steps. Her hands were filled with paper shopping bags.

Miley chuckled at her attempt to run.

"Slow down, D," she said. "You bought way too much stuff."

"I know," Demi said with a sigh. "It's been a long time since I've done this. The time's rarely there, you know."

"I know," Miley said, too. "I'm glad we're doing this."

"Me too!" Demi said, taking Mileys hand before giving it a squeeze and letting it go again. They exchanged smiles before Demi noticed they were almost passing by Intuition and stopped her pace suddenly, looking upward at the sign of the store.

"Woops!" Miley said when she noticed the sign. They walked back and into the store.

"So what are you shopping for?" Demi said and looked through the accessory bangles laying on a table as the thing closest to the door of the store.

"Dresses, I think." Miley said. "Anything, really. Boots and accessories."

Demi smiled and attacked the shirt-range. Miley followed her, looking through the stuff Demi looked through before her. Soon they both had their arms full of bags from earlier visits to boutiques and new stuff from Intuition. They headed for the dressing rooms, got stalls next to each other and dropped everything on the floor; Miley noticed how it bulged out under the walls and into each others' dressing room and it made her smile; it had been far too long since the last time she had went shopping with someone as much a shopaholic as herself.

Miley slipped out of her shoes, jeans and top and threw a dress over her head. She yelled to Demi, asking her if she was ready to go out, and when Demi confirmed, they both walked out the dressing rooms and faced each other.

"Oh my God, how can you walk in anything but dresses and shorts with those legs!" Demi squealed and stared at Mileys legs.

"Gosh, I love your neckline, D," Miley said and stared equally at Demi. She snapped out of it, not wanting people to think she was staring at Demis chest. "Sounds weird, but I wrrrrilly, wrilly do."

Demi smiled and laughed. "Now would you look at that, it does sound weird, Smiles."

Miley smiled.

"Okay, so should I get it?" she said and posed in the short, flowy summer dress.

"Definitely," Demi said with a nod and put her hand on her waist. "How 'bout me?"

She was wearing a jumpsuit and a simple necklace with her own thousands of bracelets and her neon green ballerina flats. She looked fabulous.

"If you're not gonna buy that, I'm buying it for your birthday and I don't even care that you know."

"You just ruined the surprise!" Demi said, faking the disappointed look on her face. "Now I have to buy this!"

"Guess so," Miley said with a smirk and walked back into her dressing room. She heard Demi do the same, and after a while of changing and showing each other the outfits, they were once again standing in their neighbor stalls when Demi said, "So, by the way you acted the other day, I suppose you and Nick are going strong and good?"

"Yeah," Miley said with a smile and looked down as if Demi could see the blushing appearing on her face just by the mention of his name. "Suppose so."

"I'm so glad to hear that," she said. "I really am, Miles. You're really cute together."

"Thanks, D," Miley said. She felt her cheeks cooling off, but the smile just wouldn't go away. She couldn't stop thinking about him now that Demi had brought him up. "That means a lot to me."
"Yeah, 'cause I have such good taste," Demi said and laughed as they both came out of their booths wearing a different outfit than the last time they saw each other.

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Miley said as if she had said something extremely clever and laughed with her.

"Okay, so, boots, necklace, belt and jeans, no." Demi said, pointing to the parts of clothing as she mentioned them. "Top and headband, yes!"

Miley was about to go inside the dressing room again when Demi interrupted her with an, "Oh!".

"The rings are a no-go too,"

"They're mine!" Miley said with a surprised look on her face.

"I feel sorry for you," Demi said with a frown. Miley laughed.

"And I feel sorry for you, 'cause you obviously have no taste in rings, my friend,"

"Is that so?" Demi said and crossed her arms over her chest.

Miley gave her a smirk and a look with raised eyebrows before walking back to her dressing room; Demi soon did the same.

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