"Hey..." Spencer heard a voice poke through his sleep, he also felt himself being poked. "HEY, get up, lazy bones."

"Go away." He stuck a sleepy arm out and blindly felt for the face off the person that was bothering him.

"You've only been a teenager one full day and you're already trying to cop a feel." It was at that piont he retreated his hand and opened his eyes.

"Hello, Garcia." He gave her a sleepy look.

"I think your voice is getting deeper." She grinned.

"Whipee for me." Spencer grumbled and rolled so he was facing away from her and everything was quiet... and then he was on the ground.

"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey, little einstein!" Garcia grinned above him.

"Five more minutes."

"Get up." She nudged him with her foot.

"No." WACK. "OUCH!" He opened his eyes and glared up at Garcia. "I'm up, I'm up, geez."

"Get up and take a shower, stinky, we are going to the mall today."

"The mall?" Spencer groaned, standing up with a stretch.

"Yes the mall."

"But I hate the mall."

"I'm going to change that."

"Good lucky with that."

"Challenge excepted."

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"So we are here, what now?" Spencer asked as they walked out of the mall's Starbucks, coffee in hand.

"Now, we explore!" Garcia said with a dramatic flurish.

"Yay." Spencer rolled his eyes.

"Your so tall now, your almost my height." Garcia smiled at him.

"Just wait, I'm due to grow nearly six inches tonight." Spencer smiled and sipped his coffee.

"I think your pimple found a friend." She snickered, pointing to his forehead.

"Yeaaahhh, it did. You should see my back. It'll clear up after I'm sixteen."

"It's not that bad, I knew a kid in highschool who's whole face was covered with acne. It was bad, like he had to see a dermatologist bad."

"Ouch." Spence winced. "But seriously, what should we do here? This place is so... dull." He scrunched up nose in distaste.

"Hmmm... I have an idea." Garcia grinned and toke a hold of his forearm.

"What- WOAH." Spencer squeaked as Garcia started to drag him Gods-knows-where.

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"Garcia, why are we in a JC Pennys?" Spencer groaned and crossed him arms.

"We are are going to try on ridiculious outfits and then we are going to mock each other." Garcia said with a confident nod.

"Why?" Spencer sighed with a quirked brow.

"Because it's fun! I used to do this with my friends all the time!" Garcia grinned. "It's a blast, go pick your out fits and meet me at the changing rooms!" And with that she was gone.

"This is going to be good." Spencer drawled and strolled off to go find clothes.

After about twenty minutes the pair met at the changing rooms.

"Okay, I'll go first, little brain." Garcia grined and swooped away. After a good minute she came out. It was aweful. It was too pink, even for Garcia, and it was... poofy. It was the poofiest dress he had ever seen in his whole life.

"Oh my God," Spencer giggled, "you look like a cupcake!"

"I know." Garcia said with a grin before striking an outragedious pose.

"This is fun." Spencer chuckled, covering his mouth up.

"Now it's your turn." Garcia poked him in the chest.

"Fine, fine." He held up his hands in surrender before taking an outfit and going into the men's changing room.

"Oh my..." Garcia giggled when Spencer stepped out. He was wearing neon purple shorts and a shirt with daigonal pink and green stripes on it.

"Like it?" Spencer shot her a goofy grin that matched his fashion disaster perfectly.

"It's so aweful!" She laughed, shaking her head.

"Thank you." Spencer smiled and nodded. "That was the PIONT, right?"

"Can it, einstien, strike a pose for the camera phone."

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"I think that girl at the counter liked you." Gracia smirked as they made their way through the food court to find a seat.

"Garcia." Spencer groaned, shooting her a look.

"I'm just saying." She shrugged and they sat down at a tiny booth.

"Well stop." Spencer grumbled, unrapping his sub.

"You having fun so far?"

"I will admit... I have been having fun." Spencer said sheepishly, looking down at his sub sandwich.

"I told you it would be fun." Garcia grinned at him. "Butttttt-"

"Oh come on! What is it?"

"After lunch, I have to make a stop at Victora's Secret."

"What?" Spencer blushed deep red. "Why?"

"My favorite bra is all worn out, Spencer! It's all stretched and the underwire broke so it's poking me in the underboob." She said, scratching at where the wire was poking her.

"I didn't need to hear that!" Spencer was almost purple now, clasping his hands over his ears.

"They are just a boobs, sweetie, I'm a woman, I thus posess boobs. Your a man trapped in a fourteen year old's body, stop acting like a five year old." Garcia snickered.

"I think my ears are bleeding."

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It was pinker then he thought it would be. It was so pink, and it smelled like perfume. There were bras out the wazoo. He was a fourteen yearold boy, trapped in a room full of women's underwear. His hormones were surging so hard it was physically hurting him and his face was so red, he could win at a county fair for biggest tomato.

"I'll be back in a minute, sweetie, stay put." Garcia said, walking off.

"I don't think I can walk anyway." Spencer muttered, face still bright red. He knew it was a underwear store but did they HAVE to have those pictures of the underwear models hung up everywhere? Did the display stand for the bras and underwear have to be made with so much... detail? He was become increasingly frusterated and embarrassed.

"Okay, I got it... Are you okay, sweetie, you look like your to burst into flames." Garcia grinned at Reid before noticing his figeting and letting her eyes drift down. "Honey, do you have bo-"

"PAY FOR YOUR BRA." Spencer squeaked, he was turning purple again.

"Okay- uh, I'll do that, you try to... calm down." Garcia giggled and walked away.

"SHUT UP."

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"It can't be done."

"I'm telling you, it can!"

"No, man, you can't win at claw machines!" Garcia stomped her foot and pointed a finger at the small machine in question. They had stopped by the mall arcade before leaving and, well...

"It can, I'll show you! It's simple math and-"

"Fine, tell you what, if you can win a toy, you can chose what we do tomorrow." Garcia grinned evily and crossed her arms.

"Your on." Spencer stuck a quarter in the machine and went to work. He was staring intensely as he moved the claw and he was mouthing equations. The claw dropped... and Spencer won a purple elephant.

"No way!" Garcia gapped, eyes wide.

"Yes way." He handed her the elephant. "Now lets get go-"

"No no no. You, my friend, are going to win me that pink owl." Garcia yanked him back infront of the machine. "Get to it."

Author's note:

Yaaayyyyy, new chapter~ I love all the review the last chapter got, you guy totally rock! But uh, I did get one review that made me... grrr... it's been awhile since anyone has said anything about it, some I'm going to lay down some facts and whatnot.

1. I DO NOT HAVE SPELLCHECK! I. DON'T. HAVE IT. My computer is a peice of crap and my internet sucks, your lucky I can post at all. MY COMPUTER IS MISSING THE U KEY. IT IS ANNOYING! I can't get a free spellcheck, this computer is too unstable for me to risk it!

2. I am morning right now. I don't know how I'm still moving, let a lone TYPING. I'm gonna make mistakes.

3. I have ALOT of other things to work on and do besides this story, there is a lot on my mind.

Okay, sorry about that. Review, my doves, they make me smiley! :D