The group had been at the mall for almost five hours, shopping and flirting. "Puck" seemed to bring out the teenage girl in the BAU women. What shocked them the most, along with Morgan, was how many people were coming onto their little cross dresser. Girls and boys alike would walk up to him and give him their numbers. He smiled and took them, all genders alike.
He did tone up his homosexuality a bit when a few girls got overly touchy. Telling the BAU girls how FABULOUS (yes he did almost scream it) they looked in certain clothes. One time his genius cousin even had to swoop in and put a little over-protective arm around the young boy.
They finally took a break to hang in the food court.
"You all do realize that we have to go to work tomorrow. And does this mall EVER close?" Derek questioned.
"This mall is open until eleven. And so you will all be in your cozy beds by midnight. And it's no problem. We've only been here a few hours, and we've almost cleared the whole place." The young Reid brushed off before taking a sip of his slushee.
Then the teen looked to the side, got a small smile, and just kept looking. Immediately the girls noticed and looked in the direction he was looking.
This GORGEOUS girl was talking to this cute guy… that was looking directly back at them. The guy was slightly smiling too.
The girls watched the two look at each other for five minutes before the guy got up and walked over to their table, completely ignoring the girl that was trying to talk to him.
The guy stopped right in front of Spencer, but seemed too nervous to say anything.
"That girl was very pretty. Something really special must have caught your eye." "Puck" said, taking an1ther casual drink.
"Something special did." The other teen smiled.
"Really? What?"
"I'm looking at him."
All the girls "Awwww!"D at them.
"Hey, want to go take some pictures in the booth thing?" Young Spencer asked, lightly touching the guys' arm.
"Anything you want to do."
The youth got up and took the teens' arm and they walked to the photo booth that was only a few feet away. All the girls "squeed!"
"That was so awesome!" Penelope exclaimed.
"I wish getting a guy would be that easy for me." Emily huffed in mock sad-ness.
"Maybe Spencer can teach you some of his tricks." Reid shrugged before taking a bite of his pizza.
The girls all laughed.
"Oh, yeah, hey Reid, I've been meaning to ask you, how did you know how to pump our outfits up so well?"
"Common sense. I do know fashion."
"Yet you didn't know how many shoes girls need?" J.J. chimed in.
"Now that still baffles me. I don't understand why girls need so many shoes."
"Have you seen Puck's wardrobe? It's bigger than mine!" Prentiss exclaimed.
"Well that's different; he has to have outfits for people of all sizes, shapes and heights. The same with shoes. And with how frequently he slides between the gender clothes barrier, it makes sense. He has to have shoes for his formal female clothes, formal male clothes, casual male clothes, casual female clothes, and for his eccentric female clothes. Plus the fact that he has friends of varying stereotypes that loan him stuff or give him stuff. Plus what he has to have to be able to accommodate his friends. Like with your ensemble Prentiss it's of gothic fashion so he needed to have shoes to fit with the rest of his gothic fashion clothing."
They just looked at their genius.
"We should go see if Casanova wants to take pictures with us after that guy." Garcia smiled.
The girls all nodded and got up.
"Don't. They're not taking pictures in there." The elder spencer told them.
The girls looked at him.
"Two horny homosexual boys in an enclosed space. One of them being a sex addict… they're not taking pictures." He assured them.
Morgan, who was taking a drink of his soda choked. His male team mate patted him on the back. All the girls got a look of knowing on their faces as they sat back down.
"Wait, Casanova's a sex addict? He's only a teenager." The techie said confused.
"Yes, but he was diagnosed as it. He knows, but doesn't want to get any help for it. He says he'll do it when he's older." The intellect shrugged, casting a glance at the booth that was being misused.
"Well, I suppose it comes in handy in his line of work." The jock shrugged, he immediately realized his mistake.
But before he could revise it, the genius was up and hurrying to the photo machine. They all watched.
A bleach blonde with a SO fake tan and what looked to be her uber jock boyfriend were walking towards the machine. They got cut off by the genius.
"Don't waste your money on this thing. I tried to use it a bit ago and it just ate my money. You should go speed the money you were going to waste on this stupid," he kicked the machine harshly. "Machine and got buy a new set of gold barbells or a bikini or something."
The group was too focused on their teammate to notice the two teens hurriedly get out of the machine and begin to put their clothes and hair into the original order they were in. The boys smiled at each other and headed back to the table.
When the jock and his trophy girlfriend were leaving, the doctor scurried back to his seat.
"Call me." The cute guy smiled to the teen.
"If I feel like it." "Puck" smiled teasingly.
"Come on Daisy Chain, don't be like that. Didn't that mean anything?"
A unique smirk went onto the cross dressers face. He waited a couple of seconds.
"…what's my name?" he finally asked, raising his eyebrows.
The other teen just looked at him.
"Come on Jonathan, don't tell me you don't remember my name. Didn't it mean anything?"
The boy just stood there, gaping like a fish.
"Don't worry; there will be plenty of girls that won't give a shit when you don't remember their names. I'm not one of them though, we made out in a photo booth, and now I have to continue shopping. Good bye Jonathan."
The group got up and walked away. All the girls cheering on the gorgeous male. Reid rolled his eyes and drifted closer to the only other masculine (in some aspect) male.
"Girls, eh Pretty Boy?" Morgan chuckled, throwing and arm around the genius' shoulders.
Reid let out a little sigh and let himself drift closer, he liked the muscle mans warmth.