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"I'm going to go hang out with the guys." My marvelous husband, Seth said, grabbing bags of popcorn.

Even though we were married we were still young and needed time with someone besides our other half.

"No problem, I think Taylor wouldn't mind a shopping spree." I suggested.

Seth anxiously looked at me like he was hesitant. He shook his head, maybe ridding his head of thoughts.

"What?" I wondered.

"Nothing."

I knew there was something, probably nothing regarding me, so I let it slide. Probably had to do with the things he was gathering for his outing.

"Don't spend out life savings." Seth knew my tendencies when it came to clothes. I was a fashionista in my own respect, somewhat of a penny-pincher, but I have been known to splurge on occasion.

"Alright." I shook my head in mock defeat, "I'll restrain myself."

Seth stopped to smirk at our unrelenting sarcasm, but continued gathering random necessities for his "guy time."

"What are you guys going to do if you don't mind my asking?"

Seth was picking all sorts of non-related items from around our house, a basketball, magazines, a magnet, a trash bag, and a flashlight was all I could make out from the jumbled mess in his arms. He seemed like he was eyeing things and picking them up because they just came to mind.

"A trash bag?" I questioned as I caught it before it floated to the floor.

Seth stopped to snap out of his trance. "Oh yeah, sorry."

"No problem, just why?" What was the big use for these items anyway? But these were guys, no telling.

Seth stopped in his tracks. Maybe coming to the realization of how ridiculous he looked. "Oh, well, see, honestly, I don't know." Seth admitted, placing every item back in its proper spot.

"No, it doesn't matter, it's ours remember? I thought I was the one who needed to be reminded of that."

"I know, you still do, but it's perfectly fine," Seth came over to me and whispered in my ear, "you're great and I love you."

Even after how long we had been together I still felt my heart flutter and quiver, mimicking beats. "Love you, too."

Bye, babe. Have fun!" Seth kissed my lips and ran out the door, empty-handed.

"Never, never in my life will I fully understand—" My phone rang.

My caller ID read "Best Buddy!"

Was she psychic? Taylor!

"Hey Best Buddy!" I lightly called her by our little inside joke of a nickname we've had since we were fourteen. We were buddies, not friends. If someone were to ask if we were "best friends" it would spark a knee-jerk reaction like we were being insulted. We weren't friends, how could you insinuate that? We were more. We were buddies. Total different mindset.

We knew everything about each other; I think it was some sort of science. It's complicated.

"Hey, Best Buddy!" Taylor greeted me with her usual—even when she was down—chipper tone. "Edward's 'hanging with the guys.'" I could hear the quotation marks as she quoted her better half. "What are you doing?"

"Oh the usual, questioning my husband's sanity, cooking, cleaning."

Taylor laughed. "Yeah, the usual. So I was wondering if—"

I cut her off. I knew what she'd say. "Shopping!" I screamed into the phone.

"No doubt." Taylor easily agreed.

We usually didn't go shopping just to spend money. Yes, we did love shopping with the fiery hot passion of 10,000 suns, but that wasn't everything that went along with 'shopping.' Some of it was simply girl time. Sure, we needed, wanted, and loved our significant others eternally, but we were girls so why not act like it?

"Seth's gone, too?" Taylor asked.

"Yepps!"

"Together." We said in unison. Edward and Seth were together like every other 'guy time.'

"Mall?"

"Duh."

"Hour?' I asked.

"Be there." Taylor demanded.

"Or be square." I added.

"See ya best buddy." Taylor said, but then had a light bulb go off. "Wait!"

"What?'

"We haven't done this in a while and I want to look good so…."

"Bring your clothes and makeup and I'll help." I finished flatly. "The things I do for you…" I trailed off.

"Ah, that's alright, you know I'm great." She assured.

"We'll soon see. What are you going to bring?" I wondered if I needed to clean off every flat surface so Taylor could display her wardrobe of possibilities.

"Necessities."

"Do these 'necessities' fit in your trunk?" I had learned from experience 'necessities' don't mean the same for all of us.

"That was one time!" She defended.

"Just wondering."

"Yes they'll fit in my trunk. Front seat maybe."

"If I'm lucky."

I could hear Taylor shuffling and organizing her things to come over. She wasn't a very materialistic person but she brought all possible combinations of eye shadows, shirts, and pants. Then, it was up to me to encourage or discourage as she tried things on. It used to annoy me but I've become accustomed. Taylor would be Taylor.

"Um…I'm still here." I said after a long silence.

"I know, that remark wasn't worth saying anything back to." I guess sometimes she took my snide remarks with a grain of salt.

"You just res—" I cut myself short, not wanting to argue. "Never mind." I finished.

"That's right." I could hear the victory as she shut her car door, fumbled for keys and started the engine.

"I'll see you when you get here. Bye Best Buddy!"

"Bye Best Buddy." Taylor said, like we weren't a day over fourteen. The phone went silent. Taylor and I have been friends forever. Sometimes we annoyed each other almost to the point of grey hair. Other times we were attached at the hip. It didn't take much to annoy me as it is, but sometimes she could push my buttons. We argued all the time—more like banter— but ended up apologizing and laughing not long later. I honestly don't think we could ever hate each other, no matter what happened.

We defined buddies. Arguing, caring, laughing, talking, shopping, was what we were all about.

We're crazy and we like it that way.

Secretly, I hoped Seth, Edward, and whomever else they were with would stay out a little longer than usual. I know Taylor may not admit it, but she wouldn't mind the extra time either.

Before we both became wives, we lived together in an apartment. Going to the same college, it was inevitable.

Our lives since then have been different—at least for me—to adjust to. I don't regret one bit of any events that have played out since—especially Seth; he's all I could ask for and more. It's just taking a little longer than usual for me to relinquish my independence, but it'll come.

With such an abrupt exit this morning I hadn't had a proper meal. Seth and I have been in and out lately. Not much time for eating in. I checked the cabinets under and above the counter. Nothing.

My stomach growled.

"I know, I know, I hear you." Was there anything? Ramen Noodles. Great, no telling how long those have been there. The remaining minuscule crumbs of food we did have was practically labeled and categorized.

"Swiss cheese," I mumbled to myself, remembering the find memory. "Good times."

Ah, who cares? We'll hit a coffee shop on the way.

Still partially in my pajamas I walked into my closet and pulled something I believed suitable. Jeans, a white v-neck, ¾ sleeve sweater with a pink camisole underneath. Who could go wrong?

Unless Taylor has a bright idea?

I walked back out of my closet and saw Taylor's truck pull up. I stood by the window, examining Taylor and her belongings pile out, ready if she needed help. Surprisingly, she could carry it all by herself. My lucky day I thought.

Taylor bounced up the steps in her pajamas, too. I walked to the door to let her in, but she beat me and let herself in. If it were anyone else I would have given him or her what-for, but this was Taylor. Hey, I do the same. Edward has had plenty experience with that. "Great you left the kitchen sink this time," I noticed.

Ha ha ha, hilarious! Where do you get this stuff?" She answered with a sarcastic edge a deaf man could have noticed.

"EBay." I replied.

"Did you sell your soul there, too?"

I narrowed my eyes at her, and she did the same. We flashed a big smile at each other. Taylor, still holding her bags, but halfway through my house, looked around, wonderingly. "Where to?"

"Just spread it all out on—" I turned around, but she had already walked into mine and Seth's bedroom, jumped on the bed, and began unpacking.

I walked in behind her. "I was going to say I already picked out something. Are you willing to be seen in public with me wearing that?" I motioned to my outfit hanging on the closet doorknob.

She sighed, "I guess it'll do. No, kidding, it looks great. There you go, showing me up again." She pouted her bottom lip out.

"Don't even." She knew how I was about self-consciousness. It repulsed me. Why waste your time worrying about what other people see you as? It's not theirs to obsess over and judge. It was pointless in my eyes. Obviously, I wasn't a self-conscious person.

Taylor put her palms out defensively, "Alright, alright, I know, I'm all self-confidence today."

I rolled my eyes at her usual comment.

"I brought two outfits, but there are many possibilities and—" Her eyes cut to my bathroom, which adjoined the bedroom. My new, massive, makeup set lay there, waiting. She walked trance-like to my bathroom sink and picked one eye shadow up gracefully, gently, "Can I?" Was all she could get out. She couldn't pull her eyes away.

"Sure, why not? How could I deny her when she looked so enthralled with the set?

Taylor eyed a bubblegum pink and looked back at her clothes. "I've got it!" She screamed.

The sudden change in volume made me jump.

"This," She held up a pink shirt with a bird on the front, "and this," she held up a pair of dark jeans, "with this," she showcased the makeup.

Her eyes were so wide with enthusiasm at her newfound 'perfect' outfit was hilarious. "Great." I laughed.

"What? Don't you like it?"

"No, really it's great. It's just I have never seen you so satisfied with an outfit so fast before, that's all."

"Oh." She halfway understood.

"We better get dressed and get going. We need some sort of proof for our 'shopping.'"

"Okey dokey." Taylor agreed.

She called my bathroom wile I got the bedroom. As soon as she was decent I came in so I could perfect my look with makeup.

"I wonder what they're doing?" Taylor asked when we got in my car. It was a midnight blue Mustang. My dream car.

"Something, I don't know."

"Well, yeah, 'something,' but what though?" She asked to no one in particular.

"Who knows?"

"Yeah, but normally they aren't so spur of the moment."

"It's alright." I reassured.

Taylor has always been one to worry and come up with wild and crazy scenarios she was certain would play out.

"Okay." She settled, but I could tell she wasn't fully satisfied.

"Look," I turned on to the interstate, "they're off playing football or camping, or whatever guys do and we're going shopping, so enough said."

"Fine."

"Good, now music." I suggested.

She turned to the station we both listened to constantly. I think the DJ's knew us by heart for all the times we call in.

After climbing out of my car, Taylor and I waltzed into the shopping center like we were on a mission.

"Where to first?" She mused.

Taylor scanned the mall up and down like she was a predator and it was her prey. To be quite honest it frightened me a little. My stomach growled. "Oh, yeah, can we eat something?"

"No problemo."

I grabbed a deli sandwich and almost swallowed it down whole.

Taylor gazed in awe.

"Sorry, I didn't know how hungry I was." I admitted.

She continued to stare into the great beyond.

"Hey! You who! I'm done, you can quit staring, and we can go now. I get the picture, I'm a hog." For my frame I could put away some food.

Her attention didn't falter.

"Did you want some or something?"

Still nothing.

I clapped my hands in front of her face loudly. CLAP!

"Shh."

"Don't shh me! You're the one off in la la land. Excuse me for trying to keep people from thinking you needed medication."

"Shh." Am I hearing correctly? Did she just shh me again?

I cut my eyes at her.

"What?" She whined like I was annoying her.

"Is there something good?"

"What?" Oblivious.

"You. Staring. Constantly." I reminded.

"Hide me!" Taylor crouched down in her chair so only her eyes were visible.

"What?"

"Shh! I'm not here."

"Okay, so I'm mumbling to myself." I faced her and craned my head so she knew I was talking to her.

"What part of shh don't you understand?" She hissed from the table.

I let that go. "Well, answer me this, who is it?" I had no idea of who it could be. Taylor doesn't hide from anyone, mostly because she didn't have enemies, unlike me.

I decided to take it upon myself to look since she was of no assistance.

"No!" She cried. "I have to see this, I'll tell you. They can't see us but we, or I can see them. This is great!" She reminded me of the neighbor from Home Improvement, the one who never showed his full face.

"Mind letting me in?" I was so tempted to get up and face whomever it was Taylor was avoiding. It couldn't be that bad.

"Hold on!" she scream-whispered.

"What have I been doing? Looking for butterflies? Stop squirming Mrs. Conspicuous! Sit up, face your fears."

"Bags, little blue boxes! I love it!" She clapped her hands together like she had won something.

"Who?!" I yelled, not caring who heard.

"Shh! Hold on!" Taylor said, still crouched.

"I will turn around." I threatened.

"No, they'll see us."

"Do I care?" She knew from experience I didn't.

"Why are they here? They don't shop." She said to no one in particular, her eyes still in the abyss. "Oh, yes you'll care," she finally answered my question.

"Tell me or I will." I threatened.

"No, they're talking. Maybe I can lip read? I have oranges? Oranges? No, that's not right." Taylor rambled.

"Five."

"Shell? Shell? She'll! Oh, she will! Oh, I am so good at this."

"Four."

"She'll loaf it?"

"Three, two, one!" I was too impatient to put up with her nonsense.

"No!" Taylor pleaded, but it was too late. I was already scanning the food court behind me.

"Crap! Crap! Turn around! I haven't seen what's in the bags yet!"

As soon as I was about to give up I saw Edward and the back of Seth's head. Both of then had little blue—what appeared to be—jewelry boxes, clothing bags, and they were discussing something.

I was appalled, yet happy in my own little way. What was in those packages was more than likely for Taylor and I.

Taylor had her head in her hands. "You could have blown our cover! I was going to tell you before you had to go all Nancy Drew and investigate for yourself. Look, what's in those bags and boxes, yay, is most likely for us, well it better be, so…If you want to do what's best in the long run I suggest we leave discreetly and act like nothing ever happened. When we get those presents we act all surprised and awe struck. Got it!"

My evil light bulb went off, "Or…we could give them a taste of their own medicine."

Taylor caught on. "They think they're the only ones who are thoughtful and sweet. They want sweet, we'll give them…."

I completed her thought. "Exactly."

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