UNFORGETTABLE // B.E

EIGHT

sage

"i've missed los angeles' weather so fucking much," cleo admitted as we walked through the parking lot to go into the mall. "i'm tired of damn near freezing to death in new york."

cleo is wearing a t-shirt. her shirt goes a bit past her shorts, which makes it look like she's not even wearing shorts at all. i'm wearing a skirt, along with one of my mom's sweatshirts from the ninety's that i stole.

if we were in new york right now, we would have to wear hella layers of clothes to go out like this.

"it is pretty nice," i agreed. "i like the snow in new york though. you don't get that in la."

"true, but i could definitely do without snow for the rest of my life," she snickered.

we walked into the mall. cleo claimed that she needs more clothes (even though she definitely doesn't) but she didn't wanna go along. she practically forced me to come with her.

i don't need any more clothes, but every time i come here with cleo, i end up buying hella clothes.

we went into tons of different clothes. cleo ended up buying, like, four different pairs of jeans, a ton of new shirts, and a new hoodie.

i bought a few hoodies, but i spent hella money on a few new pairs of shoes. i bought a pair of nike blazer mid '77 infinites in this cool white, orange, and blue color-way. i got a pair of dunk lows. and then me and cleo both bought a pair of forces because we wanted to customize them.

there was a pair of jordan 15's that i saw. they made me think of billie, because her weird ass likes them for some reason. she claims that they're her favorite shoe.

i personally don't care for them, but she somehow makes them look good.

"wait, we gotta get paint," cleo yanked me into some store.

"god damn," i looked at her with wide eyes. "you didn't have to yank me in here, dude. hulk ass bitch."

she smacked the fuck outta me for the hulk comment.

we eventually picked out some paint to customize our air forces. once we did, we decided to call it a day with the shopping. we ate at the food court; she got some chinese food, while i just got some chick-fil-a.

"wait, so how are you painting your's?" cleo raised a brow as we sat in her bedroom.

"i'ma make it look all cartoony and shit," i explained. "what about you?"

"some kinda beige look... i don't know, i'm just winging it," she admitted.

"good luck," i snickered.

we continued to paint our shoes. it was honestly really calming and therapeutic if i'm being honest.

after we finished painting them, we hung around and waited for them to dry. we laid in her bed and watched all of us are dead.

after about the third episode though, i told her that i'd see her later, and i went home.

when i got home, i was greeted by my parents. soon after, i was greeted by tito, who wouldn't let go of me.

he's so clingy.

i walked to my room and plopped onto my bed. he snuggled up with me as i did. i smiled and ran my hand through his fur. i sat there for a moment, just cuddling with him.

i wonder what billie is doing right now.

i debated it for a moment before pulling my phone out. i went to mine and billie's messages.