Mall (Sleepxiety)

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SO THE ASIDES CAME OUT AND I AM LOOSING MY MIND BECAUSE IT WAS INCREDIBLE!

*deep breath*

Yeah sorry about that it was just amazing. If you haven't seen it then I hope you can soon and if you have seen it then I hope you enjoyed it. It's given me some new ideas for writing and if it has given you ideas for any requests then please send them in. I have done a couple before and it was really fun so please let me know if you have any. Now let's get on with the oneshot.

TW: Swearing (a lot), mention of cheating, mention of making out and a joke about sex.
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Bang! Goes my car door as it slams.

I lock my car and head into the mall.

I need Starbucks.

My mood did not improve when I had to wait in a queue and then repeat my order twice because of the barista's incompetence. Sheryl was new in that branch and definitely wouldn't be working in any Starbucks again after today.

Y'know what else I need. New clothes.

I know this mall like the back of my hand so I know that if I want an outfit that makes me look hot and emo I have to go to the left, then right then right again. I don't care about the name, I'm just on autopilot. So my heels hit the ground and people move out of my way.

Before I know it I have 15 pieces of clothing on each arm and I'm walking to the fitting room.
"15." The desk worker silently hands me a tag, not turning around to see me or if I am genuine.

I change into my first outfit before clicking my fingers, sticking my hand out the curtain, and calling the employee.
"Can I help you?" I can feel him behind me but I'm too busy to look.
"Does this outfit scream 'Fuck off bitch I'm doing much better without you'?"
"More like 'I'll pretend to be angry but take me back'."
"It's the rips in the knees, isn't it?"
"Paired with a light wash of jeans, yeah."
"Stay outside. I need your opinion on the rest"
I pushed him out before trying on a new outfit.

"How's this?"
"All I see is 'Fuck off Bitch'."
"You're right, black just seems like I'm angrily mourning the relationship."
"Keep the black jeans."
I shoved him out but took the advice.

I gestured up and down.
"Too subtle. You want attention. Keep the shirt and jeans. Choose a bright jacket and decide whatever other pieces you want to keep, but not in that outfit."

I finally came out in black jeans, a white top and this bright red leather jacket. I looked at the store clerk for the first time. The guy wore the store uniform but there was expertly applied makeup on his face. He bit his lip and looked me up and down.
"Pay for that. My shift finishes in 5 so I'll meet you at the exit." The cute stranger had gone but I did what he said.

"Let's get you a good pair of heels." The boy was now in all black with a jacket that had highlights of purple. There was a set of piercings on his ears that I only noticed while walking next to him. Why does he have to be hot? Brain, stop being gay for a fucking second.

"Why are you helping me with all of this?"
"I don't know. You were just really assertive and it made me invested."
"Assertive? Only when I'm angry, babes."
"I mean when you're angry I think you probably would just end up scaring everyone which doesn't make you assertive, just an asshole."
He sounded like he had spoken to a kid in one of my business classes, with his slight formality.
"But right now you are assertive and have caused me to be too. I'm usually a bundle of nerves but today I said 'All I see is: Fuck off Bitch'. So I think you're doing pretty well."
"Huh." I replied as we arrived at the store.

"You don't seem like much of a heels man." I looked at his, slightly worn, black doc-martins.
"I'm not, but it's part of my fashion degree. Work experience helps credentials too."
"Store clerk can't get you much." I payed for the scarlet heels.
"No, but personal shopper looks good."
"Is this going on your record?"
"No. I just couldn't resist getting you proper clothes, even if that meant working past my shift.

I ended up walking through half this mall with the boy to my right.
"So what's your name, babes?"
"Virgil, and you are?"
"Remy. The greatest person you will ever meet."
"The most modest too."
"Ugh." I groaned but realised that Virgil was looking at a rack of sunglasses instead of paying attention to me.
"I knew you were missing something!" He said picking up a pair.

We were finally leaving the shopping centre. I felt like I had known this stranger for a good lifetime. We weren't far from the exit when Virgil brought up a question that I thought would've come a lot sooner.
"So... what did this guy do, to warrant such a need for a new outfit?"
"He was a cheating asshole. I found him making out with someone in one of my uni's music rooms and it definitely wasn't their first time."
"Well that piece of shit is an idiot. He's definitely not getting you back after that. I mean look in the bag. You dress so well that there will be lines of people wanting to call you their partner."

"Oh! Stop stroking yourself!" I laughed
"I'm not! I'm just saying that there is going to be a list of people that are going to want to date you!"
"Well, if their's a list, I'll put you on the top." He stoped for a second.
"What?"
"You're hot, give fashion advice and seem different. You could be first if you want." I called over my shoulder as I continued to walk.
"You've just dealt with a break up."
"Exactly! Meaning my standards are lowered so you can swoop right in." I turned around to look at him.
"You bitch." Virgil said smiling. I just smirked back.
"Thank you darling. I'll see you at McDonalds at 7 on Saturday" I continue walking away.
"Fuck me." He said exasperatedly but with a amused smile.
"Let's get dinner first." I shouted back as we were further away.

Yeah, let's get dinner first.

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Sorry it's short. It's kind of been a terrible week for me, I think that episode was probably the highlight of it. I really like this ship but I need to get a lot better at writing if I want to do it justice so you might not see it again for a while.

Thank you all for all the votes and support. It means the world to me and I love to read your comments. Maybe tell me some of your theories if you have any and want to share. I hope you enjoyed this and are looking after yourselves.

-SiD

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