"Okay Rex, now if this girl's totally insane, you give me the signal and
I'll come up with an emergency for you," Shawn explained.
"What's the signal again?" he asked for the hundredth time. He had spent the entire afternoon shopping with Belle who had dragged him to practically every sale at Salem Place. After making numerous attempts to escape her tight grip, Shawn finally showed up to accompany him to Dot Com.
"Cough three times," he answered annoyed.
"But what happens if I actually have to cough?" Rex asked.
"Good point. We'll go with plan B."
"What's plan B?"
"I don't know. Drop your spoon or something. Then I'll come and rescue you form psycho admirer. Listen buddy, it's almost five. I'm going to go and listen to some music. Don't forget the signal," he warned him.
"I won't," he assured him.
"How are you supposed to recognize her anyway?"
"She said she'd wear a red sweater." He began to get that queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. "How did I ever agree to do this?"
"And Rex..."
"Yes?"
"Be careful."
"Okay Rex. You can do this," he said glancing at his watch. At any moment, his secret admirer would walk through the doors of Dot Com. This was his chance to get over Mimi-or at least try to forget about her.
Twenty minutes had passed and no one wearing a read sweater had entered the teen hang out. He'd already refilled his coffee order three times. Getting annoyed he started to gather his things until someone caught his attention. Mimi had just entered Dot Com.
She was wearing a red sweater.
"Hey Rex, Meems is wearing a red sweater," Shawn pointed out.
"I noticed that," Rex answered excitedly. "This is too good to be true. She's my secret admirer," he thought. He felt like he was on cloud nine.
"Red's really not her color. When's your secret admirer gonna get here. It's been twenty minutes already," Shawn asked impatiently.
"Shawn, Mimi's wearing a red sweater."
"Uh yeah, I know. I'm not color blind," Shawn answered.
"My secret admirer's supposed to wear a red sweater," he continued hoping that Shawn would see where he was going with this.
"Right?" he said confused. "Rex you need to stay focused. The next girl that walks in here wearing a red...Rex Meems is your secret admirer," he exclaimed finally linking the two things together.
"Brilliant detective work Sherlock," he added sarcastically.
"I guess working with Uncle Mickey wasn't a total bust. Dude, go talk to her."
"Wish me luck." He practically raced to the counter where Mimi was placing an order.
"They grow up so fast," Shawn said looking on.
"What's the signal again?" he asked for the hundredth time. He had spent the entire afternoon shopping with Belle who had dragged him to practically every sale at Salem Place. After making numerous attempts to escape her tight grip, Shawn finally showed up to accompany him to Dot Com.
"Cough three times," he answered annoyed.
"But what happens if I actually have to cough?" Rex asked.
"Good point. We'll go with plan B."
"What's plan B?"
"I don't know. Drop your spoon or something. Then I'll come and rescue you form psycho admirer. Listen buddy, it's almost five. I'm going to go and listen to some music. Don't forget the signal," he warned him.
"I won't," he assured him.
"How are you supposed to recognize her anyway?"
"She said she'd wear a red sweater." He began to get that queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. "How did I ever agree to do this?"
"And Rex..."
"Yes?"
"Be careful."
"Okay Rex. You can do this," he said glancing at his watch. At any moment, his secret admirer would walk through the doors of Dot Com. This was his chance to get over Mimi-or at least try to forget about her.
Twenty minutes had passed and no one wearing a read sweater had entered the teen hang out. He'd already refilled his coffee order three times. Getting annoyed he started to gather his things until someone caught his attention. Mimi had just entered Dot Com.
She was wearing a red sweater.
"Hey Rex, Meems is wearing a red sweater," Shawn pointed out.
"I noticed that," Rex answered excitedly. "This is too good to be true. She's my secret admirer," he thought. He felt like he was on cloud nine.
"Red's really not her color. When's your secret admirer gonna get here. It's been twenty minutes already," Shawn asked impatiently.
"Shawn, Mimi's wearing a red sweater."
"Uh yeah, I know. I'm not color blind," Shawn answered.
"My secret admirer's supposed to wear a red sweater," he continued hoping that Shawn would see where he was going with this.
"Right?" he said confused. "Rex you need to stay focused. The next girl that walks in here wearing a red...Rex Meems is your secret admirer," he exclaimed finally linking the two things together.
"Brilliant detective work Sherlock," he added sarcastically.
"I guess working with Uncle Mickey wasn't a total bust. Dude, go talk to her."
"Wish me luck." He practically raced to the counter where Mimi was placing an order.
"They grow up so fast," Shawn said looking on.