Somehow, and it didn't help my subconsciously agreeing to everything Dannie and Selene were blabbering about, we ended up in Forever Young in the west side of the mall, swiping hangers furiously across the metal bars they dangled off of.

"Hey guys, what message does this send?" I hold up in the air a large T-shirt reading "Forget men, believe Unicorns".

"It says, my-ex-bf-played-with-my-heart-like-how-he-plays-with-his-balls" Selene remarks, her gum crackling loudly in her mouth.

"Screw you Selene, but hey, I'm now sexually attracted to Unicorns." I drape the large t shirt over my forearm, holding it up like a napkin on a butler's wrist.

"Heeeeeu this is cute" Dannie shoves in my face a cute simple maroon tube top and tight torn navy blue jeans.

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"I want to see it Crystal!!" Selene demands, chewing something distantly that I couldn't make out from inside the closed dressing room.

"I look terrible in this!" I state the obvious, turning in a judgemental circle in the small room, observing how my 15 year old glutes were abnormally large.

"At least you don't look like a whore" .

"Why are you looking at me when you say that?" Selene gasps.

Dannie sips something while giggling at Selene's reaction, the crackling sound of the straw picking up stranded drops of soda, echoing in the air

When did they have time to get food......

Right, remember, don't question it, just go with the flow.

Whatever that means.

I open the creaky door of the dressing room, walking awkwardly out into their view, my tall bage colored high heels clucking against the floor, giving me a small sense of maturity.

When they see me, they both drop their condoments, but off course pick them up immediately and continue plundering through them.

Five second rule. No other words needed.

"Aaaay guurrrrl that booty be poppin'!" Dannie's voice wavering between an amazing impression of Beyonce and Nikki Minaj.

"Any boy who see's you is gonna drop dead, especially Justin" Selene sticks her tongue out flirtaciously, doing a small little dance.

I love these weirdos.

Then the tone of the conversation changes, all too quickly.

"Speak of the fucking devil......"

"Crystal......."

Have a nice day my crystals!