Like Lightning- I See You

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This chapter's short cause I was determined to get it out today! This chapter is 100% dedicated to Remyx. The. Black. Summoner. No questions asked. Thank for for all your OC's! Hope you don't mind me abusing them xD Just kidding, but you'll have to read on and see what I'll do! Enjoy!

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"So... about that bet...," Drew started.

Blaire stayed silent and looked away from him.

"What?" he asked.

She scowled and stuck her tongue at him, "Shut up. I don't talk to stupid winners."

He grinned, "You just did."

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"I'm picking what we wear today!" Drew yelled, as Blaire began searching through a collection of skinny jeans.

"You're gonna make me wear a sack!" Blaire retorted, "Besides, I know sexy. You don't."

Drew ignored her and dragged her to another part of the store. After last night, he and Blaire were on better terms than before. Sure, they argued constantly, but he was less annoyed by her, and she ... well, thought he was the same, in a friendlier way. With the contest in a few hours, they were now looking for an outfit to appear on the stage in.

Rummaging through a few clothes, he looked for something she might look okay in. Pink didn't suit her, too much red reminded him of Christmas, brown made her look like a walking tree, and orange... he just shuddered. He dug deeper into the pile of clothes. He grabbed a white, short sleeved shirt and looked at it for a moment. White wouldn't be too bad, but it would look too plain by itself.

"Hey, Drew! Isn't this cool?" Blaire asked, waving a small green tie with small chains zig-zagging at various areas.

He grabbed it from her hand and held it up to the shirt. Very nice. Now, he looked for something for her lower half.

Blaire chuckled at the sight of Drew searching through a pile of pants, shorts, and skirts. Deciding to be friendly for once, she picked up a skirt she thought would match the shirt the other boy held.

"Hey, hey, hey!" she sang, holding up the skirt.

It was a short, layered skirt with plaid. Usually, plaid would look bad on most people, but this skirt was an exception. The plaid colors were mostly black, a few lines of gray, and a touch green. It might've been too much green for most people, but Blaire new how to work it out.

Jumping head-first, she dove into a giant pile of clothes. Drew could only blink when he heard her laughing hysterically.

"I can actually dive in without bashing my head into anything!"

Five minutes later, he wondered if he should see if something happened to her. As he was about to jump in, Blaire's head popped out from the side of the pile. She let out a heaving gasp, but grinned, flashing him a long gray and black reading glasses. Wouldn't those get crushed? He sighed and started pulling her head out of the pool of clothes and things.

"OUCH! Drew, that's my head!" she complained, trying to bite his hands.

He pulled her hair whenever her mouth got close to his hands. She whimpered. My hair! He pulled harder, a little surprised at how hard she was to pull. He wondered how many pounds of clothes were on her. He knew she was light for a fact. Finally, after twenty minutes of Drew and Blaire's pushing, she was finally half-way out.

"Hey! You wanna see me walk on my hands?" she joked, trying to pull herself out.

Drew heaved out an irritated sigh before he began pulling her hands as hard as he could. Inch by inch, Blaire began sliding out of the giant mound of clothes.

"I'm out! I'm out!" she cheered as she pulled her last foot out.

Drew collapsed to the ground and heaved, "I should kill you."

She grinned as she pulled off the pink lacy D-cup bra from her foot and threw it at Drew's head, "I know you won't. We're still traveling together!"

He threw vile thing off his head before kicking her sitting butt, "I'm satisfied."

She yelped and rubbed her sore bottom. She glared at him as he walked to the men's section of the store. Holding her clothes in one arm, she punched Drew in the shoulder with the other.

"I'm satisfied," she declared, skipping to the skinny jeans.

Drew massaged his shoulder. Blaire really did punch like a man, no joke. When she punched him in the arm, it hurt a lot, when she kicked him, it hurt more, and when she gave him a tittie-twister... he inwardly screamed. It HURT unbearably so! He shuddered and grabbed a random pair of pants.

Blaire saw what he picked up and threw a metal button at his hand with surprising accuracy. She grinned when he jumped.

"Ow!" he yelped, grabbing his assaulted hand.

"You're not wearing that," she stated simply.

She stalked over to the mens pants and picked up black cargo pants. She looked at them approvingly before tossing them at his face.

"You'll wear that," she picked up a green blazer, "And that. Unbuttoned."

Drew blinked. Wasn't he supposed to be the one picking out their outfits? Before he had the chance to argue, Blaire shoved him into one of the dressing rooms.

"Change," she ordered, "Now."

With that, she shut the door and went to try on her clothes in the one next to it.

The boy sighed and put on his clothes. Lucky for him, the pants she picked were baggy so his legs had the 'air' they needed to breath with. He wondered why Blaire never let him wear a shirt for the competition. Sure, the blazer was warm, not to mention that it looked good, but his smooth, white chest was a bit distracting.

"Are you done yet?" Blaire asked from outside. "We need accessories!"

She, herself, was also done changing. The short skirt complimented her legs, and the top did her some pretty good justice as well. She grinned as Drew walked out of the small stall.

"Why can't I have a shirt?" he whined.

"Cause you catch more attention this way!"

It was true. Many women were looking their way, whether interested in the young coordinator or not. Most blushed, while some had nose bleeds. Either way, their attention was focused on him and his chest.

Don't think Blaire didn't have anyone looking at her either. Men's eyes were glued to her, though not as many as the women. Even the older people in the stores thought they looked cute.

"See?" she asked. "Now those accessories!"

"Is that a wanna-be that I see?" a mocking voice said loudly.

"Should I beat him up for you?" another, more masculine one asked.

"He's pretty cute!" one squealed.

"Guys..." Another one complained. "Not in front of Sora..."

Drew and Blaire looked at the group of five that stood a few yards away. There were three girls and two boys. One looked pretty cute and young, maybe she was about eleven or twelve. The other looked just as cute, but more girly. The last one was their complete opposite. She looked much older and had short spiky hair that made her look intimidating; her height may have also added to that factor. She looked like she was even taller than Drew.

"She looks out of this world," he shuddered, "And not in that hot, sexy way either."

The two boys also looked their age. The elder boy had his arms around the intimidating girl and was even taller than her! Wow... He wore brown khakis and a black shirt with purple spiderweb designs. The shorter one was really skinny, but looked kind of muscular at the same time. He was dressed almost identically to the older male beside him.

Drew visibly flinched beside Blaire and she looked at him, a bit confused. Did Drew know the group?

"Drew?" she asked.

"Sora," he murmured.

The said boy gave the blazer-clad coordinator a sad look. Hello, new people, you've just got us started on yet another bumpy road.