Author's Notes

Oh I also forgot to say in the summary that this is after Pinehearst but before the government started rounding up people with abilities.

Shopping fun

We walked into the small corner drug store and Mohinder grabbed a basket. On the walk here we had talked a bit about ourselves and we now felt a bit more comfortable around each other. I am pretty sure that I will get used to being around other people soon enough.

"I don't know what you want so just grab anything you need and toss it in the basket. Don't worry about the money, I'll pay for it. "He said as we walked down the first isle.

I wasn't about to reject his offer so I did as I was told and preceded to toss stuff in the basket that I knew I needed. Only when I got to the makeup and face wash isle did I slightly hesitate. I never really used makeup all that much and I just used whatever they gave me for washing my face.

"What, can't decided?" Mohinder joked lightly.

"More like totally lost in this department" I admit

"Well, I am sure we can get someone to help us out" he said and before I could tell him that it was fine, he was already getting the attention of the one store clerk.

I was about to die in shame as he told the clerk that I needed a bit of help choosing what face wash to use and what make up to get. The look she gave me made me feel extremely self conscious and I really didn't like it. She probably thought that I was crazy or really just plain weird. What teenage girl didn't know all about makeup and face stuff?

"It's ok dear," she said after inspecting me for a few seconds."We'll find the perfect products for you."

She sounded nice enough but people could hide who they were easily enough. She kept looking at my face and muttering to herself. I didn't even try to listen to what she was saying because I really didn't want to know. She slowly picked up different products and put them in the basket. For the foundation she tested different colors on my skin and sighed as none of them were light enough to match my skin.

"Well, I guess you can always go for a power for now. You don't really need a liquid foundation really." She sighed with a touch of jealousy.

From this close up I could definitely see the makeup on her skin and the tiny bumps and dark scars that the makeup was hiding. I was happy I didn't have to worry about hiding any of those things. I guess I've been luckier then I ever thought, at least in the looks department. I've only ever had to use a bit of product to tame my long dark brown curly locks and I've only ever had a few pimples.

After a few minutes, the basket was full of: face power, blush, eye liners, eye shadows, lip glosses, face wash and moisturizer on top everything else I had picked out. I looked up to see what Mohinder was thinking about this but he had the most amused look on his face ever. He seemed to be enjoying my obvious discomfort and annoyance with this stupid makeup business. Seriously, when was I ever going to use all of this stuff? I could see how some blush makes me look like a bit less of a ghost and a bit of eye shadow and eye liner makes my green eyes really pop but I mean when would I ever muster the energy to do this every morning?

When we were finally done, Mohinder brought the basket to the till and I felt terrible as I read the amount on it when everything was scanned and bagged. I just cost him 60 bucks on nothing important really. When he saw my face he shook his head and he said "Don't even think about it. I want to help you out so don't even think of paying me back or whatever."

"But I still haven't gotten any clothes yet? I feel terrible making you spend all this money on me" I say feeling really bad.

"It's nothing, I want to help you. Don't worry about this; I have more than enough money to buy you some things. Plus, what could you have gotten for the 20 bucks you have left?"He said picking up the bags and ushering me out before I can fuss anymore.

"Ok fine, but I am spending the 20 bucks I have left on taking you out for some Chinese food at that little place by your apartment. Surely, I'll have enough for dinner" I say defiantly.

We walk down the road and look at the clothing boutique's windows to know weither or not it is worth going into the store. We walk by one with a bunch of trendy, young clothes in the window and Mohinder practically drags me in. I was all for this shopping thing but after the drug store; I am losing a bit of my eagerness, plus this store looks like the clothes all cost a fortune. I can't make him buy me any of this stuff, unless it is on sale for like 75 percent that is.

I walk in the store and my suspicions were confirmed. I was surrounded by funky hip hop brands like Baby Phat and Foxy. I take one look at Mohinder's face and I start looking threw the racks or clothing. He definitely just gave me one of those 'you better just shut up and get what you want' looks. Who knew that a guy that sure was cute but still had a hint of hardness on his face could ever bit this generous to some random chick he just met when she tried to kill him and then who preceded to ask him to help her run away from the agents that were making her kill random people. I let myself think for a moment that he possibly had a crush on her but she was pretty sure that he was most likely just being nice.

She picked out a few things that she liked and that were her size and she went to ask for a change room. The saleslady looked at her like she was an idiot and said "Your boyfriend already started one for you. It is the last one, or should I say, the one that is overflowing with clothes."

I was about to ask the girl what she was talking about but then I saw eyeing me from across the room. I shake my head with disbelief and I mutter to him as I pass "You do know that you are going to spoil me if you keep buying me whatever I want." My response was a simple laugh and a small eye roll.

I walk into the change room and the lady wasn't joking when she said that it was overflowing with clothes. I started to separate the tops into different groups: the shirts I will never be caught dead in even if they make me look like a fox, the shirts that aren't my color/ style and the shirts that I love. I figured that I didn't need to try half of the shirts because most of them were an extra small and that was my size. I pulled on the pair of jeans on the bench that I loved and a simple white lacy baby doll shirt and I walk out trying to look like a model.

"You like?" I ask innocently enough to a very surprised Mohinder who literally jumped up when he saw me.

I smile at his reaction and grin a bit as he walks closer to me and reaches into the change room and pulls out a shirt from the shirts I will never be caught dead in even if they make me look like a fox pile. "You look adorable in that, but please try this one on next." He said with the biggest pleading look I've ever seen. All I can do is sigh and nod with a hint of annoyance.

I go and put on the shirt he begged me to try on. I definitely and not wearing the right bra for this shirt and you can totally see the plain pale beige bra straps. The shirt was an adorable button up corset stuff shirt in the darkest color of blue. The sleeves were only an inch thick and where cut straight with were the shirt fell on my chest so they were constantly sliding off my shoulder and falling on my toned arms. As I looked in the mirror I couldn't deny that the shirt looked gorgeous on me, but it made me feel like a bit of a whore really.

I walked out of the change room with a bit less confidence this time and I fiddled with the shirt sleeve. I could literally feel his heart beat from where I stood and his breath started to quicken. This was why I didn't like shirts like this; they did weird stuff to guys that were around me. "You have to buy that shirt" his voice said sounding a bit rough from the hormones rushing threw his body.

"Fine, but I'll need to get some different bras then cause there is no way I am going to show everyone in New York City my plain bra straps" I say not even trying to argue on this one.

"Well this will be fun" I heard him mutter a bit too eagerly for my liking as I walk back into the dressing room and pull my old clothes on. I grabbed the shirts that I like and the shirt that Mohinder almost died after seeing me in. I figured that I might as well grab one or two pairs of jeans out of the pile and I grab the one skirt I see that isn't 5 inches long. I cave and grab the denim short shorts and a few of the shoes. I have no idea how I managed to carry all of the clothes to the register, but I did. I ignored how much it all cost because I knew that I would just go crazy.

I just wanted to get out of the store where I spent a small fortune on clothes and hurry the next stop up so we could go for dinner. I really just wanted this day to end. I also wanted to ignore the stupidly happy look on Mohinder's face ever since I mentioned the fact that we needed to go lingerie shopping, but I couldn't.

I see a decent looking lingerie store and I stop Mohinder before we enter. "Are you gonna be good or am I gonna have to make you wait outside?" I ask totally serious. I didn't want him to make fun of me or whatever, even if he was just joking.

"I'll be good. I promise." He said with his eyes a little too bright but I decide to let him fallow me into the store.

I walk right up to a sales lady and I say in a quieter tone then I normally use, "I need to be fitted for a bra and I need a few things. I've just gone through a growth spurt and nothing fits." The lady seems a bit taken aback by my forwardness but I really don't have time to dance around the topic.

She leads me to a large fitting room and proceeds to measure me and note it down the measurements on a piece of paper. She leaves the room and comes back with a bunch of bras for me to try on and their matching underwear. I like a few of them because they make me look like I have boobs and ask for a strapless and a convertible bra.

"Anything else dear? I saw your boyfriend; he is a looker ain't he. I bet you want something to pay him back for going shopping with you and not complaining too much." She said when she came back with a good beige strapless bra and a few convertible bras in different colors.

I can't help but blush a bit at the thought of having something a little sexier to wear. "Well now that you mentioned it, I do need a few things to wear to bed. " I say with a bit of a coy smile. I figure that I might as well be prepared for anything.

The lady nodded and winked at me before disappearing for a few minutes. She comes back with a few short and sexy night gowns and a pair of boxers and a tank top. "Here you go dear; I think that you and your boyfriend will be happy with these. They are all really comfy "the lady said. She takes all of the things that I said I liked to the counter and rang them all in and put them in the bag as I went to get Mohinder who was sitting in a back room staring at TSN on the flat screen TV.

"Is time for me to pay now?" he said with a bit of a cocky grin.

"Ya, but don't go snooping in the bags. " I say with a warning but also joking tone.

He goes and pays for the things I bought and grabs the bags. I manage to quickly grab a few from his hands before he could protest and I walk out of the store with a polite "Thank-you".

"It is sooo dinner time." I say to him leaning in close so he can hear me above the noise of the rush hour traffic.

He nodded and started walking towards the restaurant. He must be as hungry as I am right now. I doubt he ate lunch anymore then I did. At least it was a productive afternoon, and I am sure that he is imagining what I bought in his perverted guy head. The one thing I did learn from reading cheesy teen romance novels is that all guys were at least a bit perverted and that it was better if you just ignored it when possible.