Alex got up Saturday morning to her alarm clock. It took her a second to realize what day it was because she tried never to get up earlier than one on weekends. Then, she remembered why she was getting up. She was going to the mall with Bakura.

"Yeah, yeah. Why'd I agree to go this early in the morning?" she grumbled, looking at her clock. 11:01. "This is ungodly for a weekend. Bakura's out of his mind."

But she got up. Of course, she did walk into a wall on her way to the bathroom, causing her to hit it with her fist.

"Teach it to mess with me," she muttered, still half asleep. She closed the door to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face to wake herself up. She shivered, now fully awake. She glared at her reflection in the mirror. Her messy black and white hair was in her face and at the moment she wasn't wearing any make up. She scowled and went to get dressed.

She dug through her closet and found a black shirt with a few tears in one sleeve. She hooked chains onto her jeans and ran a comb briefly through her hair.

Grabbing her make up, she went back into the bathroom. After she had finished, she slid down the banister and grabbed the car keys on the way out the door.

She got into the car and started the engine. A few seconds later, she pulled into Bakura's driveway. She honked the horn and waited.

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Bakura had just put on his Millennium Ring when he heard a car horn blare. He jumped and blushed as his dad called up the stairs.

"Bakura! Your friend's here."

"Right. I'll be down in a minute," he replied, quickly grabbing his comb and running it through his hair. - Alex is here? I thought I was going to pick her up. -

He heard her honk the horn again and decided he should go downstairs.

"Bakura - there you are. Go, before she breaks my eardrums!" his father joked.

"Right. Bye, I'll see you later," he said, heading for the door. He opened it and stared at Alex. She was leaning out the window of a Tempo.

"Well, are you coming?" she called to him.

"Y-yeah," he replied, getting in the passenger side. He just looked at her as she backed out of the driveway.

She noticed him watching her and laughed. "Don't worry. My driving is improving. It's been an entire week since I've hit something." Bakura's eyes widened and she cracked up. "I'm kidding, good God! Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you."

They drove in silence and Bakura found she was actually a pretty good driver. He felt sort of stupid for doubting her.

"Jade won't need the car today?" he asked, trying to break the silence.

She laughed. "Well, if she does, too bad, right?"

"Didn't you ask her?"

"Nope. Never do. Saturdays are when she hangs out with her best friend. If she needs to go somewhere, Carly will pick her up," Alex said, turning into the mall parking lot.

"Oh," Bakura said.

Alex parked and they got out. They entered the mall and Alex turned to Bakura.

"I choose for you first," she stated.

"All right," Bakura said. That was what he had expected. He followed her into a store with his hands in his pockets.

She walked over to a rack and started looking through it. Bakura just sort of stood there, feeling kind of stupid. After a few seconds, he decided to go to another rack and look. Suddenly, he felt something being thrown at him. He managed to catch it, but he looked like an idiot while doing it.

Alex laughed. "Try that on," she told him.

"What is it?" he asked, trying to figure out which way it went.

"It's a shirt you moron," Alex laughed, hitting him in the back of the head on her way past him.

"Oh. Well, it could have fooled me," he muttered, heading towards the changing rooms, still trying to figure the shirt out.

He finally figured out how to put it on and looked at himself in the mirror. "She's not very good at judging size," he said to himself. It was about three sizes too big and he felt like he was wearing a tent.

He jumped as he heard a knock on the door. "Are you ready yet?"

Bakura opened the door to see Alex. "It's too big," he said.

"Duh," she said, throwing another black piece of clothing at him.

"Huh?" he asked, confused. But she closed the door, leaving him to change again. "She has weird taste," he muttered.

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Alex walked through the store, looking for anything else that might catch her eye. She ran across a hat rack and she found a black baseball cap.

"Bingo," she said, taking it down. This was fun.

She walked back the changing rooms and knocked twice on Bakura's door. "You ready?"

"I think I need a smaller size," he said through the door.

"They're supposed to be big," she replied.

"No, they won't stay up," he replied.

"That's the idea, Bakura. You're just used to dressing like a geek. Open the door."

"Are you kidding?" he asked.

"Bakura, that's why the shirt is so big. Would you open the door?" she asked, knocking again on the door.

"And you were worried about me choosing something absurd for you," he muttered, but he opened the door. He was holding his pants up around his waist and the legs were bunched up around his ankles.

Alex sighed and rolled her eyes. "Bakura, if they don't fall all the way down, they're fine."

He let go and his pants slid to his hips. He felt himself go slightly red.

"See, they're fine. Put on your necklace," she told him.

He gave her an odd look as he picked up his Millennium Ring from the floor. He put it around his neck and Alex turned him around to the mirror.

"Huh? Hey!" he exclaimed as she shoved the baseball cap on his head backwards. She wrapped her arm around his neck as best she could; it was slightly difficult for he was a number of inches taller than her.

"/Now/ you look cool," she said with a grin.

"No, now I look ridiculous. Can I change back into clothes that fit now?" he asked, looking at her.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine." She left, closing the door behind her. Bakura sighed as he began to change again.

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Bakura opened the door and hung the other clothes back on racks and put the hat back. He found Alex waiting by the entrance to the store.

"Finally," she said when he came up to her.

He smiled and said, "My turn now."

"Yeah, but remember what I said," she said, pointing a finger at him.

"Right," he said, once again having to push a mental image out of his mind. He shoved his hands in his pockets again and tried not to blush.

After a few minutes, he led her into another store. He heard her groan as she followed her in and he suppressed a laugh.

When they got to a rack, Bakura looked at her for a few seconds.

"What?" she asked, spreading her hands.

"I'm trying to decide what size you are," he replied.

"Oh, good God."

He decided on 'small' and looked through a rack. He pulled out a deep purple sweater and handed it to her.

She, however, didn't take it. Instead, she glared at it. "It's purple," she said.

Bakura laughed. "I'm glad to see you're not color blind," he said.

"No way I'm wearing that."

"It'll look good on you."

"I don't wear purple."

"I'm deciding what you're supposed to wear," Bakura said.

Alex opened her mouth to say more, but instead, closed it and snatched the sweater out of his hands. With a glare, she walked to the changing rooms. Bakura looked after her, a victorious smile on his face.

He began to look for a pair of pants and soon found one. They were blue bellbottom jeans and he figured she'd fit into them. He headed for the changing rooms and knocked on her door.

"It's too small," she said through the door.

"Could you get it on?" he asked.

"Yeah, but..."

"Then open the door."

He heard her sigh and the door flung open. The sweater fit her well and Bakura was surprised to see she actually had a nice figure. He immediately pushed that thought out of his mind and blushed.

"It... fits you fine," he said, focusing his eyes on her face and forcing them to stay there.

"I can't breath," she said, looking at him.

He laughed and handed her the jeans. "Put these on."

She raised an eyebrow at what she now held over her arm. "I'll try," she said, closing the door.

Bakura waited outside the door and watched people go in and out of the store. A few seconds later, Alex opened the door. He looked at her and felt his face flush again.

"You... look nice," he said. She raised an eyebrow.

"They're cutting off my circulation," she stated.

He laughed and led her over to the mirror. She stared at her reflection, horrified.

"Oh, my God. I look like a prep."

Bakura laughed again. "Alex, with that hair, you could never look like a prep."

She touched her hair and tilted her head to the side as if considering it. "Can I go change back into clothes I can breathe in?"

"Sure."

She gave him a fake smile as she closed the door to the room again. Bakura once again waited outside it for her. A few minutes later, however, he heard a loud crash from inside the room and he winced.

"Alex? Are you okay?" he asked, trying to hold in a laugh.

"I'm... fine... stupid... shirt..." she said, her voice muffled. He suspected she was halfway through taking it off when she got stuck. He backed away from the door so he could laugh without her hearing him. He came back up to the door with as straight a face as he could manage. But before he could say anything, something flew up over the top of the door and landed in his arms.

"God, I was beginning to think I'd never get that off," Alex said. Bakura felt himself go beet red as he took a closer look at what he was holding.

He stood there for a minute, unsure of what to do. A few minutes later, she came out of the room and took the shirt from him as if nothing had happened. She hung it up and stuck it on a rack on her way out the store. When she realized he wasn't behind her, she turned around.

"Well, are you coming?" she asked.

"Uh... y-yeah," he stuttered, forcing his legs to move. he was very aware of the blush that was growing deeper as the seconds passed.

"You okay?" she asked as they headed towards the exit of the mall.

"Yeah," he replied quickly, looking away from her.

She raised an eyebrow. "Whatever," she said.

"Well, um, that was... fun," Bakura said.

Alex raised an eyebrow. "I guess."

There was silence for a few more seconds.

"Um, we could go see a movie," he tried.

"Can't. David gets home from his friends' about this time. I gotta' get home and baby-sit him. If I don't, Jade will kill me. It sucks having to what she tells me."

"Oh. Right." Why was he disappointed?

They got into the car and she started the engine.

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Alex pulled into his driveway a little while later.

"Guess I'll see you in school," she said.

"Yeah. See you later," he said. He hesitated a second before getting out of the car. He waved over his shoulder as he entered his house.

Alex sighed and backed out the driveway and headed for her own house.

When she got home, she hung the keys up on the hook by the door as usual. "David! I'm back!"

She turned into the kitchen to see Jade and her jaw dropped in fury.

"What are /you/ doing here?" she cried.

"This is where I live," Jade replied.

"So, you mean I /could/ have gone to the movies? Instead I came home to take care of David to find /you/ here?" she exclaimed.

"I'm... sorry?" she said.

"I don't believe this. Just so you know, you ruined my entire afternoon... again."

"Why, what movie were you going to go see?" Jade asked, folding her arms.

"I don't know, but I don't care! I told Bakura no because I had to baby-sit David. But I obviously could have gone, right?" she snarled.

Jade's eyes widened. "You told /Bakura/ no? He asked you out?"

Alex hit her in the arm and shrieked, "As friends you idiot! I'll be in my room. Don't bother me if you want to live."

With that, she stormed up the stairs to her room.

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a/n: Okay, so that's how the day at the mall went. Was it up to your expectations? You can tell me by REVIEWING!!! Thanx!