II. Kittens
I'm playing at the pet store after work because my stupid annoying car-hogging sister still hasn't picked me up. The kitties are the cutest thing in the whole entire world and nobody is going to convince me any different no matter how hard they try.
It is literally the most boring day in the history of time and I am literally dying even though I'm playing with adorable little kittens making mewling sounds that I just can't get over at all.
Then something shows up that I can't get over either. Because for the second Sunday in a row, there was Azula Shohona in the mall, walking without hesitation, not carrying her own bags or whatever; whoever was is totally hidden behind them all.
Okay, okay, okay, okay, so I try to brush all of the cat fur off of my clothes but I really can't, and so I'm standing there, jumping on one foot and trying to salvage my super cute pink shirt ─ the one with the lace on it that's a little bit torn but I'm too pretty for anybody to notice ─ from the...
"What's on you?" Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God. She said more words too me.
"Things. Of fur from those little... animals!" I bat my sorta sometimes fake eyelashes and Azula Shohona stares at me. "I don't know what these are called!" I tug at it again, oh... and riiiip is the only sound I will ever hear for the rest of my life.
Azula Shohona is laughing ─ okay, no, cackling ─ and somebody should just stab me in the face. Oh, and there comes her best friend Mai who I actually really like but she is a constant downer and I'm not and I'm the ray of sunshine that Azula Shohona's world absolutely totally needs.
I've freaking lost my shirt. Or at least most of it. Lace is the worst fabric even though I thought it was the best before! She manages to rein herself in as I stare down at the mess I am, and the amused kittens beneath me.
"Do you want to take one of these?" Azula holds up one of her shopping bags and I'm staring at it with my mouth wide open and probably pink lipstick all over my teeth which I don't know if I brushed well enough this morning. Not that she's gonna kiss me. But this is my pretty bra and you never know.
"I'd love that!" I'm smiling too hard. But I don't care. I mean, it probably looks normal for me as Azula waves her perfect, perfect hand and her friend halfheartedly follows the two of us as we walk towards the bathroom by the Orange Julius.
It's not the nicest. Totally not the nicest, but it smells a bit perfumey and not gross. Which is really good. Azula smells interesting. The shirt she's handing me smells like Abercrombie & Fitch perfume but she's sharper, if such a thing is possible.
"I'll put on my shirt now or something!" I smile. Oh, please let it be my cutest smile.
"Right. You do that." Azula sits on the counter as if it is a throne and I'm like speechless of course.
I'm getting dressed silently except for my shoes screeching against the floor. Azula is so fixated on her phone as I look sadly at my shirt, and how it is both torn and covered in...
"Clumps! They're clumps!"
And that is definitely the dumbest thing I've ever said in front of Azula Shohona.