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Chapter 8:
I was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee and looking at the wall. Sam was staring at me for no proper reason but I tried to ignore it.
-Sam.- Dean called making him look away from me. – What is it?
-Dean. Can I talk to you for a second?– Sam asked in a strange voice.
Dean shrugged and they both went outside. I could see from the window, but I could not hear them.
Sam's body was very strict and firm, which told me that he was nervous and Dean was frowning and eye rolling, which meant that he wasn't agreeing with whatever Sam ha to say about me. What could it be?
-Spying? – Kristen said appearing out of nothing.
I jumped a little on my sit.
-Kristen, for god's sake. You scared me.- I complaint making her grin.
-Oh, I'm sorry. Don't cry. – she said ironically.
I smiled and she observed me making me feel uncomfortable.
-You need clothes. New ones. – Kristen observed.
-Well, I don't have any. – I stated.
-Sometimes I ask myself if you even have any fucking brains.- she pointed out.- We're going to the mall.
-I don't have any money. –I informed.
-But they have. – Kristen said raising her eyebrows.
Kristen went to the window.
-Kristen, I don't think they want to be int…- I tried to say before she opened the window.
-I'm sorry for interrupting the fight girls, but I'm taking Amy and Dean's credit card to a trip to the mall. Ok? Now you can continue.- she said closing the window.
The two brothers stared at me and I shrugged before Kristen grabbed my hand, Dean's wallet and pushed me outside.
-Don't spend the whole money!- Dean screamed to Kristen who pushed me into a small shiny black car.
-Whose care is this? –I asked when she sat on the drivers place.
-Mine. – she said turning it on.
She turned on the radio and started driving.
-How old are you Kristen? – I asked.
-I'm 19 honey. – she answer not taking her eyes of the road. – Living the dream…
-Why are you doing this?- I questioned.
-This what?
-Taking me shopping. – I explained.
-You can't wear the same clothes for the rest of my life. I mean… you could, but it wouldn't be pretty for anyone and I don't want to share my clothes. Honestly, you don't look so good in them. You look like a bunny, you should wear pink. I look good on blue.- she mumbled.
I smiled and thanked her. We didn't talk much during the trip, just some questions like " Is you name really Amy?" or "Did you go to school?" and those stuff.
When we finally arrived to the mall I kind of felt a little happy. This remembered me of Friday afternoons that I used to spend with my friends after school.
She enlaced her arm on mine and led me through the stores. Kristen actually was a nice, funny person. She helped me pick some jeans, shirts, coats, she even convinced me to go to a makeup store.
-Come on Amy. Your eyes will look beautiful with this! –she said putting some eyeliner from the sample test in the middle of the sotre.
-I don't know. –I muttered. –I feel weird.
-Come on! You look great!- she said grabbing some products and rushing to the casher.
-Shouldn't we buy what we need strictly? – I asked her.
-And we need this. – she said smiling at the man while giving him the credit card.
The man wished us a good day and gave Kristen the bag.
-You need underwear too. –she stated. – Let's buy something sexy.
-Sexy? – I asked letting out a small nervous laugh. – Why sexy?
-What? You're eighteen and you don't want to get laid?- she asked.
-I don't want what? – I asked in shock.
I followed her into an Intimissimi store. She started to pick underwear from all types and colors.
-Kristen… I can't use that type of undies. –I said quietly.
-Why? It's time to get over your grandma panties. – she said smiling.
-They're not grandma panties… But they are a little bit bigger and comfortable than that. – I pointed.
Kristen rolled her eyes and smiled.
-Believe me honey, you're going to thank me. – she explained pushing me into the proof booth.
I didn't know what she meant, and I think that I didn't want to know, but I tried those things on.
-There's too much lace.- I complaint looking at myself in the mirror. – I don't think that there's a difference in wearing this or not wearing underwear at all.
-That's a big deal for starters, but if you want to pull the "no undies" card, be my guest. – she said outside the booth.
-That's not what I meant Kristen. – I muttered.
-Oh look! Dean's here! Maybe he would like to give you an opinion.- Kristen suggested.
-What? No! What's he doing here? – I asked dressing myself as fast as I could.
-I don't know, he's at the door waving at me. – she informed. – It seems important.
I got out of the booth and Kristen went to the casher to pay our stuff and I went to Dean.
-What are you doing here? – I asked cleaning the sweet from my hands in my jeans.
Dean looked around.
-You may want to hide. – he explained.
Kristen came to us and Dean got us out of the mall.
