Chapter Three:
"Welcome to the mall." Ian said.
"The mall?" I asked.
"A place to shop." Ian told me climbing out of the car.
I climbed out after him, "Don't worry, you'll like it." Gabe told me.
I rolled my eyes, "Fine, whatever. I just want new clothes."
Suki laughed.
"Then follow me." Ian said.
LIDILIDI
We were in the mall for SIX hours.
In that six hours, we went to fifteen different stores.
I tried on at least a thousand different pairs of pants, shirts, and shoes.
In one store, Ian and Gabe threw on a couple of hats and boas and started dancing around the store. Suki and I died laughing at the two doing the tango together.
"I'm so tried!" I moaned lugging my bags to Ian's car.
"That's what shopping at the mall is suppose to do to you." He said reaching for a bag of mine. I handed him the heaviest.
"Wow! What's in this Ceej?" He cried.
"Some shoes." I told him.
Ian rolled his eyes and popped the trunk to his car. "Shoes? Ceej, more like bricks."
I tossed my bags in, "That's what shoes are to girls."
Ian shook his head, "Bricks, you wear bricks."
I laughed, "Yep."
Ian climbed in the car, "Let's just hope my mom hasn't chucked my stuff out yet."
"Why would she do that?" Suki asked as we took off.
"Because she is my mom." Ian laughed, turning up the music.
LIDILIDI
When we got home, Mrs. Archer hadn't thrown away Ian's stuff, but she was mad. Storming around, slamming cabinets. Muttering how she had to feed three more mouths.
"Should we go help her?" Suki asked Ian as we were laying out our stuff in the guest room.
Ian shook his head, "My mom can't stay mad for long."
"Are you sure?" I asked listening to another cabinet slam.
Ian nodded, "Don't worry Ceej."
I hung my last top up and sighed. "I'm so tried."
"Dinner is at eighteen hundred hours," Ian told me, "don't be tardy." (A.N. Eighteen hundred hours is six o'clock.)
Then he shut the bedroom door leaving Suki and me to find something to do for another whole hour.