A Shopping Experience
Jessica's POV
After the homework burning, I went home, grabbed my money and purse, applied lipstick, and called up Sandra. "Sandra….look, I'm going to the mall for clothes shopping, wanna come...PERFECT! I'll meet you infront of your house." I hurried and ran outside but then stopped when I realized what I'm running in and went back in to change.
Sandra's POV
After nearly half-an hour, I finally saw Tess. "What took so long? I could have done a soccer match in the time it took you?" Naturally, her excuse came as I thought it would. "I was busy trying to pick which shoes looked cute with this purse." I just sighed and rolled my eyes. "What? It's only natural that we look our best. You might meet him while we're there." I blushed, Tess always trying to hook me up with someone. "What about you? Shouldn't you be focusing on your true love?" I replied and Tess just shrugged. "I can get a boyfriend if I wanted but for now, let's just go and find something cute for school" Tess said but before we could go, she saw what I was wearing. If I could describe it, it would be Darth Vader's angry face with Palptine's shocked face.
Jessica's POV
Seeing what I thought, and I really hope I'm wrong, to be a mustard stain on her Master Yoda shirt made me sick. "No way are we going to go to the mall with you wearing that" I said to her, disgusted and horrified by it. "I would rather kiss your twin then by seen with you wearing that" I replied. "Ok, first, gross. Simon is Simon and second, don't diss the force." Sandra told me, but in a teasing matter. "Let's go and get something better for you to wear. Do you still have that pink shirt with a golden star in the middle?" I questioned and her response was "Yea but it makes me feel…..too sexy" "Well, too bad, it's the shirt or we don't go." I explained.
Sandra's POV
We headed back upstairs and into my room. I grabbed the shirt from my closet and took off my shirt. I made Tess turn around before I took my shirt of, of course. Nobody could see my body except my future husband. When I had the shirt on and turned around, Tess was smiling. The shirt was abit small, showing some of my stomach and one of the straps fell off the shoulder. "I feel like a stripper wearing this." I said, blushing a deep red. "Don't say that. You look so hot that I'm abit jealous that I don't have that shirt." Tess told me and I smiled. I grabbed my leather Jacket and said "let's go" when Tess stopped me. "The jeans need to change to. You gotta learn it's ok to show off some skin" Tess said just as a gust of wind made Tess' skirt come up. I blushed a deeper red and she just shrugged. "Now, change those cowgirl jeans into a nice skirt. I'll wait outside the door." And with that, she left.
Jessica's POV
As I waited, I managed to keep my blush hidden. Even though I said it's ok, I'm abit shy as well. When Sandra came out with a nice black skirt, I gave her the thumps up and we headed downstairs to leave.
"Sandra, where are you going?" I heard Simon said to her sister. "We were planning to go burn a library and bomb and hospital" She said sarcastically, and Simon shrugged. "Take a picture of it for me" he said and we left. "Why the leather jacket"? I asked and she said, "If my mom, dad, or anyone we know saw me wearing this, so many stuff will happen and not the good stuff." As we entered, Sandra nearly bumped into a skater guy with a black and green Mohawk, nice leather jacket, and an earring on one ear. "Sorry. I didn't see you there." He said the same time as Sandra said "I'm really sorry about that." And they both laughed. I grinned and said "What's your name, Skater?" He turned to me and said "William but you can call me Will" he said, even though he was looking at Sandra. "Well, William, if you want, maybe you could hang out with us sometimes. Sandra, give him your number." I said and Sandra didn't hesitate as Will and Sandra exchanged numbers. "I'll see you around." Will said before riding his skateboard out of there. "Tess. I think you were right." Sandra said, staring at Will's back as he rode off.