Summary: Obi, Amme and a mall. What else is there to say? PS: I'm begging (I used all three of those little icon thingys. Aren't you just so proud?) for reviews! Please? I'll be your best friend.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't get paid, wish I didn't care.
"This is great timing! All the summer stuff is out and everything else is on sale!" Amme exclaimed, walking into a store. "Now are you sure you don't mind? Because once I start, I'm not going to stop for anything." "Of course I don't mind Amme. You need new clothes, were here, and besides, a jedi must have patience." To Obi-Wan, this seemed like a pretty sweet deal. He could spend the day relaxing and making his girlfriend happy, just by sitting around and watching her try on and buy clothes. Amme dragged him to the teenage female section and started to go through the racks of clothes. Whenever she found something she liked, she handed it to Obi-Wan and he had to walk around the whole store with it. "Um, Amme? Babe? Do you really think you need all these?" He wardrobe was much smaller, and he was positive that the mountain of clothes she had was not necessary. But Amme just gave him a strange look and continued to hand him more. "Could you at least carry some of it yourself?" he asked, his ears turning red as a group of teenaged boys walked by. "Come on Obi. You're helping me out here. I promise, it'll make me get done faster." Obi-Wan gave her a pitiful look, but it was soon covered by another pile of clothes.
Soon, they reached the dressing room. "Wait on this bench, I'll be right back." Amme said and disappeared into one of the little rooms. Now, one of the reasons Obi-Wan decided to come on this trip was that he would be able to give her an opinion on what to buy. He was wrong. Obi was waiting on the bench for over a half an hour before Amme emerged. "Alright, I'm going to go pay for these, could you please put these back?" Amme dropped about three-quarters of the clothes into his arms and left in a flash of black hair. Grumbling, he complied.
After that they walked into the main shopping center. "You know, I used to hate this place, but it really isn't that bad." Amme said. "Yeah, it's alright." Obi-Wan agreed. "Hey, look at that store! Come on, I wanna go in there." Amme grabbed his hand and dragged him in. That was just the beginning. For the next two hours, Amme found more stores she liked and Obi-Wan followed her, with little choice in the matter. Until finally…
"No." "Don't be such a baby." "Amme, I really don't think I'm acting like a baby." "For me?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him. "For the past two hours, I've let you drag me around store, helped you pick out clothes, waited for you while you were in a dressing room and haven't complained-much-all for you. I think I've filled my boyfriend quota for today." Obi was very firm in this and had no intention of leaving his spot far outside this particular store. So how he ended up in the middle of 'Veronica's Treasure' [you can guess what was in there, can't you? ;)] he's not sure. He just knows that he was there and wasn't very happy about it either. Obi-Wan was bright pink and turning redder as he got further into the store. A group a girls saw him and started giggling. At that point, he buried his head in his hands and let Amme lead him around the store. "Okay Obi, you can open your eyes now." He opened his eyes and looked around. Sure enough, the he had left the dreaded store. "Sooo… are you done now?" Obi-Wan asked, trying not to sound too hopeful. "Almost. I just need to get a pair of shoes and we'll be done." "Oh, shoe's. Okaaay. How bad could it be?"
Well, if Obi thought a ten-minute trip into 'Veronica's Treasure' was bad, try an hour-long mission for the perfect pair of boots. He went through the five stages of shopping. Boredom- "Are you done yet?" Anger- "Just pick something already!" Denial- "I'm not really here. This is all a dream. I'm not here." The dream-like stage- "Shoeies make me woozies. Hehehehehe. Oh look, another pair." And finally, breakdown- "I think I'll take these." Obi bursts into tears. "Obi, what's wrong?" "I'm just so happy!" Amme then had to drag the pathetic, quivering mass that used to be her boyfriend back to the speeder and take him home.
"And that's what happened, Master Qui-Gon. I didn't think it would effect him like that." Qui-Gon shook his head. "Poor boy. I should have warned him. He should be fine tomorrow, though. He just needs a lot of rest and care." Amme started back towards the living area with a tray of food. "Oh, and by the way, what did you say to make him scream like that?" Amme grinned and said softly, "Shoes." "SHOES!!! NONONONONONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" Obi-Wan screamed from the other room.
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