I glanced over at Rebecca as we walked down the road, taking note time and time again that she looked like she was about to jump out of her skin from sheer excitement. To most, she looked calm - and that was probably a good thing - but I knew that her mind was racing. After years of being best friends, it wasn't hard for me to tell if Rebecca was hiding something or stifling her emotions.

"Easy, jumping bean," I teased, shaking my head at her. "We'll find some place soon where you can just scream and let it all out!"

Rebecca rolled her eyes at me before nodding. There was no way for her to deny her excitement, so she didn't even try. She knew I'd just tease her about it a whole lot more if she denied it anyway.

The two of us continued down the road, scouting for money and any place that could get us a change of clothes. Without money, however, we had nothing. And without nothing, we were fucked...and not in the way that we wanted to be fucked.

"Wait!" I exclaimed, startling Rebecca as I grabbed her arm and pulled her to a halt. "I know what we can do!"

"About the clothes thing or the money deal?" she asked, her eyes going wide with excitement as she waited for me to go on.

"The clothes, man! It'll require a bit of underhanded sneakiness, though," I replied, laughing as she raised an eyebrow at me questioningly.

"We haven't even been here for an hour and you already want to do something illegal?" she asked me, shaking her head as she spoke. She acted disappointed in me, but I could tell she was glad that I had a plan for us.

"It's not too bad," I reassured her, cutting to the chase before anything else. "Well, we gotta find a second hand store, first, which shouldn't be too hard. But once we're in there, we change into some different clothes to act like we're trying them on, y'know, then return our old clothes to the rack, or hide them...probably hide them, and then walk out acting like that's what we were wearing in the first place. As long as we look like we belong and don't end up carrying anything out, we should be fine!" I explained, hoping that she would think that the plan was okay.

Rebecca opened her mouth, about to say something, but closed it a second later. I had a feeling she was going to say my plan wouldn't work, but changed her mind. Shrugging her shoulders before hand, she opened her mouth to speak again.

"That's actually not too bad of an idea," she said, beginning to grin at me. With a good idea, we were a few steps closer to fully enjoying ourselves.

"Now all we need to do is come across a Goodwill or something," I thought aloud, nodding as I spoke. That was another issue; where could we find one of those?

It seemed an ongoing pattern was coming along with each of our plans; they were two parts. To blend in, we needed new clothes! To get new clothes, we needed a plan! Now we had a plan, and we needed the Goodwill store.

"Well, we ought to get walking," Rebecca said, rocking on her heels as she waited for me to get moving. "There aren't any second hand stores in the movie, so we're completely on our own with this one. It could be all night until we find one! But it better not be, I want to experience all the things that happen, I don't want to miss them!"

I nodded, agreeing with Rebecca completely. I wasn't going to miss today for the world, not in a million years. I'd go naked if I had to! We were in mutual agreement without even speaking it out loud. We needed to figure something out quickly, or else it's a no go. We can't have a no go.

The two of us finally snapped to attention, starting back up on our journey. Though, this time, we had two missions. Money and a Goodwill store.

I glanced over at Rebecca, seeing that she had her fingers crossed as she walked, just the same as me. We needed the luck, and we would do anything to psych ourselves into thinking that we had it.

"Y'know, we've been up three streets, and no such luck," I started, chewing on my lip for a split second. "Do you think maybe we should ask for directions? To find out if we're wasting our time because there is no Goodwill, or because we're going the wrong way."

Rebecca thought about it for a while, and I didn't blame her. The decision to ask for help was a risky one, we could blow our cover easily. Yeah, we talked like we were from the Seventies already, but that wouldn't make up for our clothing and hairstyles and such. This decision needed some thought, and I trusted Rebecca's discretion way more than my own. She needed to call the shots on this one.