A/N: Alright! I'd just like to thank you all again for your support! It really does mean a lot to me, and it keeps me writing! If I didnt have you guys telling me that you like this story, I wouldn't see a point to continue writing it! Lol.
Also, since they are going to a Japanese club/karaoke bar, there are going to be some Japanese words and things. I am going to use the language to the best of my abilities and pray that I remember enough of it to actually make this make sense. I will have translations of the words in ( ) so you know what they're saying. And I'm going to be using all caps for English words spoken with a Japanese accent. For example:
SANKYU Thank You.
See what I mean? I hope you'll be able to tell what most of them are, just sound them out slowly :P. Lol.
The Japanese will be used in this chapter and the next.
"OHMIGOD! We have to go in here!" Tori shouted and ran towards another store. Fayte sighed and followed.
She was already overladen with shopping bags filled with clothes and accessories. Most of them were Tori's. Tori herself was hardly carrying one bag, having given them all to Fayte who had so far only gotten a pair of earrings and a hat.
Tori had even tried her damned hardest to get Fayte to buy a kitten at the pet store. And Fayte tried her damned hardest to explain to Tori that she was allergic to cats.
"Fayte, come ON! You are so SLOW!" she shouted from yet another preppy store.Fayte grumbled and maneuvered herself through the crowd of people, trying not to knock anyone down with all of the bags in her arms.
"Tori, listen, why don't you take a few of YOUR bags and let me buy some things." Fayte said as she walked over to where Tori was trying on shoes.
"Just set them down for now." Tori grinned. "Sorry about that, I'll help you after we're done here. Did you need some new shoes too?"
"Actually, I kinda have my eye on those boots over there.." Fayte said, setting the bags down and walking over to the rack where a pair of knee-high black boots with a three inch heel sat.
She picked them up and sat on the same bench Tori was. She unzipped the sides and slipped them on. After zipping them up, she stood and marveled at her reflection. She was now a bit taller then Tori.
"Heck yes!" she grinned and spun around. "These are wonderful!"
"Perfect for clubbing," Tori smiled and stood beside her, "I approve."
"Good." Fayte grinned and brought them over to the register. Tori went with a pair of strappy pink heels to go with the outfit she bought. "Bloody hell, Tor! Those shoes are fifty dollars!" Fayte stared at the pink shoes in awe.
"I know." Tori shrugged and smiled. "No big deal."
"You've had to have spent over a hundred by now!"
"Yeah... and? As I said, no big deal." Tori shrugged again and fished out her credit card. "My parents are rich, Fay." Fayte nodded in understanding. Her father had been a top business man and her mother was a well-known dancer, so she had quite a bit of money to her name. But she still wouldn't pay fifty dollars for a pair of shoes. They'd have to be some pretty impressive shoes.
"Alright, time for some clothes for me." Fayte laughed as Tori struggled with carrying her own purchases.
"Right on." came the muffled reply behind a bag with four pairs of designer pants in them. Fayte held in a fit of giggles and continued walking to a different store.
Tori let out a sigh of relief as she set down the bags by the fitting room.
"Alright, next time, I bring a car." she gasped out as she plopped down on a plushy bench. Fayte smirked and flipped through a couple of hangers.
"Ooh, I like this one.." she said as she picked up a black sweater, much like the one she previously owned, but it was extra wide around the neckline so instead of going around her neck, it went around her shoulders. The neckline, and the bottoms of the sleeves were lined in a soft, black, faux-fur trim.
"Yeah, and you could wear those with it." Tori pointed to a pair of dark blue jeans. "Those are what I call, 'the nice-butt' pants." she smirked. Fayte raised an eyebrow at her and walked into one of the curtained fitting rooms.
"Oh my god, Fayte! That's perfect!" Tori exclaimed as Fayte walked out of the changing room. "Here, try on the boots." she handed Fayte the boots she had just purchased.
"Yeah, I kinda like this." Fayte grinned as she turned in the full-length mirror. The pants were tight around her bottom and thighs, but turned into a large flare from the knee down. The sweater was form-fitting and showed off her shoulders and a hint of cleavage, but was long enough to hit the middle of the pockets on the jeans. She was glad she had picked those boots because they made her look much slimmer, and she had to sway her hips a bit to keep from tipping over.
"Oh my God!" Tori jumped over to Fayte and put the hat on her head. It was black knit and had a 'newsie' style to it. "I think you're ready for some clubbing, girl!" she squealed and hugged her friend.
"Yeah." Fayte smiled softly and turned in the mirror once more. "I just need a necklace and I'm all set."
A half an hour later, they were both sitting on the bus to Sky High to get ready.
They burst into her room in a fit of giggles. They had to struggle to fit all of the bags into the small elevator and had to make two trips just to get them and themselves up to Fayte's place.
"I don't think I've ever done this much shopping!" Fayte laughed breathlessly as she hurled all of her bags onto the bed. She had found a few other things on the way out of the store. "And I really was about to buy that kitten, I was so caught up in the spree!"
Tori laughed and flung herself down on the couch. "So how much time do we have until we are to go to Layla's?"
"I told her that we'd be heading over to her house around 7:30."
"What club are we going to?"
"Some place called SANKYU. It's a karaoke bar as well as a dance club."
"Sounds fun.. Sounds kinda foreign." Tori laughed and pawed through one of her bags.
"Yeah, it's a Japanese place. Lots of their food and they even play some Japanese techno." Fayte grinned. She had been to Japan and had learned quite a bit of their language. She'd gone with her brother before he was killed. He had majored in Japanese translation at a civilian college, so he taught her a lot of what she knew, though she had learned even more while living there for three weeks.
"Cool." Tori said. "7:30, so that gives us about three hours.. Would you mind terribly if I took a small nap? I'm pooped.." Tori sighed and threw an arm over her eyes.
Fayte laughed. "Not at all, go ahead. I think I'm gonna take one myself." Fayte moved to the other couch and fluffed one of the pillows. She was about to close her eyes when her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Fayte, it's Warren."
"Hi, Warren! What's up?"
"Well, I was wondering if you were going to the club with us today."
"Yeah, me and my friend Tori are going over to Layla's around 7:30."
"Awesome. So I'll see you then. But I mainly called to see if you were doing okay."
"Yeah, I'm doing alright, love. No worries."
"That's good. So I'll see you later."
"Bye."
Fayte smiled as she hung up the phone.
"Who's Warren?" asked Tori from her couch.
"He's a friend of mine." Fayte said. She didnt really want to re-live the events of the previous night. "Warren Peace."
"Warren Peace!" shouted Tori, flailing her arms and falling off of the couch. "What are you doing hanging out with Warren Peace!"
"He's my friend.. Why?" Fayte raised an eyebrow.
"He's like.. The SECOND hottest guy at the school!"
"Lemme guess.. You think that Aidan is cuter?"
"Of COURSE!" she exclaimed and climbed back onto the couch. "He's my boyfriend, I have to."
Fayte laughed and sat up. "Well, he's going to be there tonight."
"Really? Awesome! I've always wanted to meet him." Tori grinned and lay back down.
"Well, I want to have some energy at the club, so I'm going to take that nap. You with me?"
"Totally." Tori fell back against the pillow and was instantly asleep.
"Hey!" Layla said as Fayte and Tori walked up to her door. They all waved to Ron who saluted and drove off again, having already visited his mother. "You guys look so cute!"
"Thanks!" Tori smiled and walked into the house. She was wearing a sparkly pink halter-top with a pink denim miniskirt. Her strappy heels made her about two inches taller then normal, making her long legs seem even longer.
"Good job, Fayte, when the guys in the club see this, it'll take their breath away!" Layla walked around Fayte, examining her outfit.
"Well I hope not, if this outfit snags me a guy, I want one that's still breathing." Fayte smirked.
"I'm still breathing." came a deep voice from behind them. Fayte turned and saw Warren standing there. He was wearing a black, button-down, long-sleeved shirt and his ripped jeans. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, showing off his muscular forearms. He had a small smile on his face. "Hey, Fayte."
"Warren! What are you doing here?" asked Fayte, smiling back.
"Well, you told me that you'd be here at around seven thirty, and layla told the rest of us to come here at eight. I figured I'd be rebellious and get here at seven forty-five." he smirked and Fayte laughed.
He stepped forward and gave her a semi-awkward hug. He'd held her under completely different circumstances before, so he wasn't sure if this was acceptable on a normal day. He was relieved when Fayte hugged him back.
When they stepped apart, Layla gave them knowing smile and ushered them into the house.