Chapter 3: Lets Go To The Mall

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Author's note: The picture above is supposed to be what Branden is trying on.

January 24, 1994

Jake is much older than Angie and I. He's taught us almost everything we know. So, in a strange way, he's like our dad. But what's a dad without a mom?

After breakfast, Angie decided to take me shopping. Apparently, she didn't like the way I dressed.

"You dress like a 13 year old going through an emo phase." She said.
"Is there something wrong with liking the color black?" I replied.
"No, but it looks stupid. You're 19. Not 12."
"You just said I looked like a 13 year old so how can I be 12?" I gave her a grin.
"Oh you know what I mean!" She mumbled.

Now here I am in the car with a girl who wants to give me an extreme makeover.

Just my luck.

Angie pulls into the parking lot of a mall and orders me out the car. We step inside the mall and the bright lights nearly blind me. After I recover from seeing Heaven, Angie grabs my hand and leads me into a clothing store called "Attractions". The name is a bit...suggestive...

I'm led into each of the different aisles. Angie grabs me a shirt with a graphic design of a panda on the front.

"You like?" She asks with a grin.
I roll my eyes. "Bite me."
She laughs and puts the shirt back down. I find a light blue polo and joggers that are a mix of black and blue. I look at Angie and she gives me a nod of approval. I hurry to the dressing room and try on the clothes.

After I put on the clothes, I look in the mirror. Seeing that the clothes actually look good on me, I call Angie. She rushes over and her mouth drops.

"Oh. My. God. Branden, you should
dress like that more often."
I raise one eyebrow and stare into her soul. "Why?"
Angie's cheeks flare up and she looks away. She then mumbles, "You look hot."

I burst out laughing and Angie's face gets even more red. I close the door and change back into my original clothes. When I get out, I playfully shove the clothes into Angie's face. She punches me in the shoulder and I chuckle.

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Angie and I grab the bags of clothes and head to a fast food place for some lunch. I order a vanilla milkshake and fries while Angie orders a double cheeseburger. I pay for the meal and we take it to go.

When we get out of the fast food place, a gun shot erupts and screams slice through the air. I grab Angie and we run towards the sound of the gunshot. This is like when I found mom and dad...

I force myself to stop thinking about it and I keep running past the fleeing crowd. When I arrive, I see a man on the ground with a gun laying besides him. On the opposite side of the mall atrium, there's a wounded woman. I recognize her as one of the Society's lapdogs and that makes my blood boil. I wish it was her expiration date but from what I can tell, it isn't. While witnesses surround her to make sure she's okay, I walk out of the mall.

"What was that all about?" Angie gives me a puzzled look.
"Hell if I know. And frankly, I don't care." I spit.

Angie stays quiet and gets into the drivers seat. I enter the passenger seat and place the bags in the back of the car while I pull out my milkshake and fries. I leave the burger near Angie's bag.

"Thanks," I say to break the tension in the air, "I like my new clothes."
"Don't mention it," She replies.
I wait a couple of seconds and then a grin spreads across my face.
"So you think I look hot in these clothes and not in what I'm currently wearing?" I tease.
Angie's face gets red again and she shoots me a glare. It eventually fades away. She let's out a sigh.
"You look hot all the time. I mean, you look hotter in those clothes and uh... Well, you're really attractive and um... Never mind. Eat your fries." She stutters.
"Why didn't you tell me this when we were younger?" I question.
"I'm pretty sure my boyfriend wouldn't have liked me calling someone else hot."
"But now you're not with him. So I'm hot. Thanks!"
"Don't get ahead of yourself."

I take another sip of my milkshake and think back to when Angie and I first met. Who would've known that if I constantly played video games, I would've met my bestest friend in the whole world.

And this bestest friend is my whole world.

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