Part 2 of the Christmas shopping oneshot. Sorry it had to be so late and a different part.

It's amazing what music can do though. I was so not ready to write more, but then I listened to my playlist and i was just like, LETS DO THIS!

Completely unedited, again.

"Having trouble?" I jump at the sudden voice beside me. I turn around to see the man from the radiator, and smile.

"Yeah, just can't decide between these two pens. Like, they're both so cool, but they're so different. If they're so different, how do I decide between them?" I blabber. The man just raised his eyebrows and states,
"The black one"
"What?" I ask
"Definitely black. Black is the superior colour, or absence of colour."
"But wha-"
"Am I going to have to fucking buy it for you?" He interrupts, moving to grab the pen. I don't get why this guy is so forward, and why does he even care what pen I get? Maybe he just sucks at interaction like me, and he's just trying to talk to me. But that would mean he wants to talk to me. While I can't believe that for a second, it makes me smile long enough for the man to grab the pen. He then walks to the till and I can't seem to stop him. Not that I want to. He has actually made it easier.

"Here ya go. Sorry I did that, I'm not normally that... Decisive." He apologises, for some reason.

"No no, you saved me an hour of my life contemplating which one was better. You're actually right anyway. My aunt would prefer black." I assure.

"Well.. that's good then" he says, putting his hands in his pockets. We both have black jeans. The connection somehow comforts me. I feel as though I should end the conversation but something is drawing me in, making me want to continue. Before I can say anything the man continues, "Christmas shopping?"

"Yeah, I don't know why I didn't just go online. I think I the festivities got to my head or something. The lights are really pretty in town though."

"Me neither. I'd take thirty hours inside, just sleeping any day, yet here I am." I laugh, and agree that that's the best way to spend a day. Well, in actuality I'd like to do that while cuddled up to another person, but that's not going to happen. I haven't had a partner or date for two years now. I'd especially like it around Christmas, where we can lie by the fire to keep warm.
I loose myself in my fantasy for a while until the man stops my thoughts. There must've been a long lapse in conversation there. He must feel so awkward.
"It's okay now though, now I'm actually here. But it'll get worse when I go to a more populated shop" he says, biting his lip. I can relate to that. I hate crowds, especially as I'm over six foot and it may be beneficial for that, but I end up stumbling around. Maybe he was implying that it was okay now because he was talking to me. Why did my mind have to do this? It makes no sense for that to be the case, but my stupid lonely mind decides that's the most obvious reason. I wish.

The man seems to be a little impatient now, tapping his foot lightly and quickly like he's waiting for my response, or to end the conversation. I look at the pen he got me, then remember.

"Oh! My pen! I need to pay you back" I say, and shake my head at my forgetfulness. I must've seemed so rude!

"Don-"
"Here you go! Thanks again for making the decision for me!" I say hurriedly, making sure I don't forget to give it to him again. He slowly clenches is hands, with the money in, and his eyebrows are scrunched up a little, like he's confused.

"I guess I'll be off then." He says, slowly. "It was er, cool talking to you."

"Cool, I think you mean warm. You know, cos we were on the radiator...." I mumble out my explanation of the joke as my confidence fails. The man chuckles and seems amused by my mumblings so I figure im safe. He also looks more confused though, not at my joke but something else. He then seems to shake it off, but then starts saying goodbye again, and he's out the door.

I just stare at the door where he once was. Did I do something wrong?

~~

I decided to leave the shop too, seeing as the guy isn't there, and thanks to him, I have my pen. I went a little further afield, risking hypothermia, into a department store. I figure it's the best place to go, as they normally have good heating and they have different types of things so I can get everything in one place, which is the dream.

A creepy version of jingle bells played in the shop through the speakers. It's one that has the children singing it, but it ends up sounding like something from a horror movie. I make a creeped out face at the ceiling, and keep walking. Maybe the next floor will have less disturbing music. This floor wasn't the right kind of thing anyway, it was full of expensive gift boxes full of bath bombs, alcohol and sweets. Actually... Maybe I should check it out.

I make my way to the pile of tubs of sweets, all different types and grin. I know, I'm childish but come on, who wouldn't be delighted at the sight of them. I place my hands on a tub, putting my face really close to the sweets, looking at every different type in there. I want them all. I stop suddenly as I think I head a noise, almost a snort, and a shuffling. I turn in embarrassment to look at the intruder but I either imagined it, or they left. With that, I reluctantly retreat from the treats. Now I know why I don't look at the expensive stuff.

I walk over to the escalators, and have a flashback of me ending up doing the splits up them. That was a day I try to forget. It also made my nice jeans tear, and I'd only just bought them! Yes, I would love to forget that moment.

When I get up the escalator, I make my way to the games section, where there would be some board games or some funny items that would be good for someone or other. There were also kitchen utensils in this floor so I could get my uncle a boring spoon set he's been banging on about. Well, at least it's an easy present.

There are so many different games but the thing that catches my eye isn't a game. It's red, and appears to me a money bank, but it has a mouth. I move towards it, putting my thumb on the thing, and jump, as the mouth moves. I laugh out loud in surprise and notice there are two other colours. I would definitely want one of these, but would my family?

I see someone move near the table and reach over, ready to tap him on the shoulder, hoping they'll be friendly enough to ask their opinion. He sort if seems familiar, as he is quite tall, and I think I've seen that cost before. I sigh, and tap him on the shoulder. "Excuse me could you te-" I stop as he turns around and I slightly gasp as I realise why he seems familiar, how did I not realise it before? It is the man from before. I wish I had a name to refer to him as, as describing him as a man still seemed weird.

The guy seemed to recognise me too, as his mouth went slightly open, and his eyes opened so he looked really innocent and cute. "What do you think of these?" I finish, gesturing to the money boxes. The man grins, but then puts on a straight face.

"That is the weirdest thing I've ever seen" he says, giggling in between speech.

"Oh" I blurt out, disappointed.

"No, no! It's not a bad thing! It's so.... You" he explains hurriedly.

"A, should I be offended? B, you hardly know me," I point out.

"Well yeah, but I know you want that thing?"

"Mmaayybbee. But it's not for me" I counter, while staring longingly at the object.

"Okay, for someone who isn't you, that's the worst gift ever."

"Oh..." I then smirk. "You're telling me, if I bought you this, you would hate it?"

"No but that's because I kn..." He trails off, but I know where he's headed.

"You don't know me"

"But I want to." I blink, and make sure I've heard that right.

"Y-you what?"

"Doesn't matter"

"It does"

"Okay, you caught me. I like the damn thing, so go buy it for some family member you know."

"Oo-kaayy" I say, a bit baffled, but sure, if he says it's cool I guess it must be. A guy that gorgeous has to be cool himself. I mean, an attractive guy must have cool friends and stuff.

I put my hand back on the money box, and pick two up, one for my brother and one for my grandad. He'd totally be down for this thing. I smile, and go up to the till. The guy at the till seems really cool, and he's telling me how much he loves these money boxes, and how he always stares at them, wishing he could but one.

I'm about to tell him I would buy him one as a gift, maybe add in a cheeky wink, when decision man, as I've decided to call him, grabs the sleeve of my coat, and whispers,
"Uh, I need your help finding a skirt a girl would like". I raise an eyebrow, as if asking why he was telling me this in the middle of a conversation, and raise my pointer finger up, gesturing to him to stop, while I buy this. He looks like he's about to object, but I just turn around, smiling at the shop guy, and hand over the money quickly.

"Uh, what do you need me to help you with?"

I'm afraid it's not the end of this 'oneshot' but I needed to update with something, to thank my two voters. So more parts of this Christmas shopping.

Also sorry for the weird speech at the end, I kinda rushed to get it done. I'll edit it later - while 'editing' I'm wondering how the heck anyone can get through this thing!