((Holy crap it's been forever since I updated. Thanks to everyone who kept on alerting this story and reminding me I need to finish it. Thanks for having faith! ))
The fact of the matter was that Blair had no modest clothing in her closet. Maka felt self-concious as she walked through the supermarket wearing a blouse that showed a substantial amount of midriff and cleavage. Although she had declared that she was not going with her midriff showing, there was simply not a single outfit that Maka had deemed appropriate. So, she went with the closest thing she could find to appropriate for running errands.
The air in the store was chilled, which was a relief from the heat outside. Still, though, she flushed red. It was with embarrassment, not heat. How hard could it be to find a simple sports bra? All Blair's were lacy with wire, and Maka was uncomfortable in them. She grabbed two simple racerbacks, hoping a double-D was big enough. After that was taken care of, Maka hurried through the market, picking up staples like tea, ice cream, tampons, and Midol. She added some fish on an impulse.
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Maka quickly walked home, not wanting the ice cream to melt. She was painfully aware of the bounce in her step as she half-jogged home, past gawking boys and men. They should know better…
Lost in thought, Maka suddenly stumbled and fell over a crack in the pavement, her bag of groceries spilling on the ground. "Damn heels…" She muttered, standing and brushing herself off. Hearing laughter, Maka felt heat rise to her face. It was just her luck she would land in front of a construction site. In a skirt.
Oh, those boys were in for it now…
((Yeah, sorry, this one's even shorter than the others. Next chapter, Maka will give those stupid whistling construction workers a piece of her mind… ))