iBegin Again 2

Author Note: Thanks for the support, guys :)

No man on Earth...Spencer thought, squeezing his eyes shut as he bent over, groaning loudly and raking his fingers through his hair, should have to go through this kind of torture.

As if Sam dragging him to Build A Bra wasn't bad enough, she'd always made him fit about a million, (in his opinion,) and one of them, too. Apparently her aunt had some huge boobs and was super tall; his size unfortunately matched hers. Now he was standing in all of his 'manliness' on a fitting stand in the dressing room filled with several women, (most of which were giggling mothers and daughters/preteen girls with a million questions,) his arms spread out as his little sister's best friend fit a bra over his clothes.

"Are we done yet?" he know whined to the tough blonde, beginning to put his arms down.

"No!" she yanked them right back out to his side, bucking another strap in place, "we still have the other bag!"

"But I wanna get back to my robot!"

Lifting up her brunette hair, Carly began trying different hairstyles. Since she was in a new place and all, especially a place where romance was common and cute boys were always on the streets, she wanted to look more sosphisated and cute.

High bun...no.

Low ponytail...not so much.

To the side...no!

She groaned in frustration, finally deciding on two fishtail braids. Definately not her first choice, but she supposed it would do as far as her 'cute' angle was to go. Taking a deep breath in, she tentively made her way outside, into the beautiful little town the base was surronding by. A few people smiled and waved kindly to her as she scurried along, which made her blush and return the favor shyly.

If Sam was here, I'd never be so timid...

The brunette just sighed softly to herself. She really missed her best friend and how that Freddie always loved her, even when nobody else did. It made her realize what she had and what she was giving up for this point in her life, all to come to this place. Even so, she certaintly didn't regret seeing her father or possibly even finding a steady, real boyfriend. But still...

Oh, confliction.

"Oh..." Gibby nodded slowly in agreement/thought, "so that's how you properly groom a weasel."

Freddie made a face as he made his own realziation, "Oh, gosh...that's how Mom used to groom my hair."

Hello cute guy.

He had dark hair that was creamy, skin that matches it, giving him a exotic complection, and beautiful eyes that were hazel. Her heart rolled as she made her way to him, shy and looking quite uncertain with herself, which she was. Slowly, she slid onto the damp bench beside him, secretly grateful that the bus seemed to be very delayed and the traffic was insane.

"Hi, my name's Carly," she managed, "I'm new here, and...can you show me around, maybe?"

Be more awkward, Shay.

"Oh, um..." his cheeks glowed from something other than the cold, "maybe I'm not the best person to do it."

"Oh..." she tried not to sound disappointed, but apparently she failed more than she already felt like she did at not upsetting him, too.

"I'm sorry..." tears brimmed his eyes as he stood up rabidly, "I have to go."

She just stared, dumbstruck with guilt heavy in her heart and mind.

What just happened?