Nothing, But A Number

Chapter twenty-nine

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Four Days Later

Joshua's POV

It's been four days since Shannon has been back, and of course we are all happy. I missed my gal pal. Lucas seems extremely happy I feel he's more happy then Story. He has not brought Daisy up or anything, which is good. Daniel seems extremely happy and satisfied about that and so am I.

Right now I'm with Shannon doing some shopping. We both got bored with just hanging out at her house we decided to go out and style each other for fun. At first I was like I don't know because I'm not much of a shopper, but I like styling people. I eventually caved in because Lucas is on set, Daniel is at work, and the girl I'm talking to at the moment is out with her mum.

After about an hour of walking around and picking clothes out, I thought I would be annoyed. But surprisingly I'm not, Shannon has really made this a fun experience for me. She even helped me pick some things out for the girl I'm seeing.

"This would be cute for you to wear." Shannon says, laughing.

"Shannon, I don't wear speedos." I deadpan.

"It's not a speedo, it's a thong. A man thong if I may say." she says, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Shannon, I'm not buying a thong." I say, walking away.

"Oh come on. From the way you describe your new girl I think she might appreciate it, plus I think your cute little ass would look cute in these." she says, following me around the store.

I don't care I'm not becoming anyone's bitch.

"No." I say, looking through the racks.

"Oh, come on." she says, laughing.

She really finds this amusing.

"Is the reason why you won't do it is because your masculinity is in question?" she asks.

No.

"No."

She sighs. "Yeah, whatever." she says, throwing the underwear's on a table.

Then her phone rings.

"Hello?"

. . .

"Where is it at?"

. . .

"Alright, I'll bring it."

With that she hangs up the phone.

"What was that about?" I ask, picking up a shirt.

"Story needs her other tennis racket. She left it at Lucas's."

"What's wrong with the one she's got?"

"Her strings popped."

Ohhhhh.

"Well, lets go then." I say, putting the shirt back on the rack.

On the way to Lucas's we joked and singed obnoxiously loud to songs we played.

"Oh shoot! I don't have a key to his place." she says, as we pull up in the parking garage.

"Don't worry, I have mine remember." I say, turning the car off. "Hey, do you have a TikTok?"

"Nahh, it's too problematic for me. Imma just stick to twitter and Instagram." she says, as we make our way to the elevator.

"TikTok is problematic, but twitter isn't?" I ask, giving her the 'really' look.