"Holy shit it's hot out here!" Mich exclaimed, as she got out of the back seat of Lindsey's mother's car. Both girls sighed as they stepped into the airconditioned air of the mall. It was four o'clock in the afternoon, which left them just enough time for an hour and a half for shopping, an hour for supper, and half an hour to get across town before their movie started. They had it timed perfectly, and anything that interfered with this perfection would have to suffer the wrath of Mich. Anyone who knew her knew not to interfere with Mich's planning, even Lindsey, who half the time couldn't help but try and screw something up. Lindsey never argued once Mich had something planned, unless she thought Mich really ought to concider it, hense the reason they had plans to show up at 7:00 for a 7:30 show, incase of traffic or something, Lindsey's personal paranoia. "Well, where do we head first?" Mich asked her friend. Lindsey shrugged.
"I have no clue," Lindsey responded. Lindsey pointed toward a store and made a questioning sound. Mich shrugged herself, then nodded. They began to walk toward the store. A new topic of conversation popped into Mich's head.
"I saw Chris yesterday," Mich began. Mich was a guy at school that she had a crush on since the second semester of grade 10. Lindsey laughed at the path of conversation Mich had chosen. "He looks so cute in his little uniform," Mich cooed jokingly.
"You are demented," Lindsey laughed.
"Ugh, then that ho janine (no offence to anyone named Janine) walked in," Mich said with a scowl on her face. Janine was Chris' girlfriend, and hadbeen since grade twelve. Mich was not happy about that, and liked it even less when Janine's rep as a slut got around to her. "OH, but he'll dump her one day when he realizes that he's really in love with me." She smiled childishly.
"Then you won't like him anymore," Lindsey continued. Mich continued.
"I know." They continued to look around the store, then left it. They moved on to a music store. Lindsey looked at a cd and sighed quietly. Mich heard it anyway. "What?" Mich asked, not looking up.
"Do you think I should buy this?" Lindsey asked, holding up a 98* cd.
"Why?" Mich exclaimed with a laugh. "You now have your own personal juke box!" Lindsey smiled, but felt a little guilty about the thought.
"Well, what if we broke up or something, not that we're really going out," she added.
"Lindsey, if you two 'broke up,'" Mich said, using her fingers to make quote marks in the air, "would you really want to even hear his voice?" Lindsey thought about this for a second, then shrugged non-committally.
"How pissed do you think Jay will be?" Lindsey asked Mich after a minute.
"What do you mean?" Mich asked.
"Well, she's the hard-core 98* fan, and I end up going out with one of them. Well, technically...."
"Technically the world ain't a sphere, what the fuck's your point?" Mich asked.
"I don't have one," Lindsey said, officially dropping the subject. She decided not to buy the cd. She bought a different one instead. Suddenly, someone had come up behind Lindsey and put his arms around her. Both girls whipped around to face the guy, but instead of there being one, there was two. Mich immediatelly recognized the one as Nick, even though he wore a tuke (I think that be how you spell it) and sunglasses. Immediatelly, Mich started in on him, simply irratated by his presence.
"Now," Mich began. "I know they say Canada is cold, but IT'S THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER. IT'S FUCKIN HOT! I'M SWEATING HERE! And I know you are, look at the pit stains. Another thing, what's with the dark glasses, they totally contradict the tuke here, okay. What did you expect, snow blindness?"
"You know what?" Nick exclaimed. "Shut up." Mich just smirked.
"Nick, you're losin it, man," the other guy said. "That come back just bit." Nick scowled at the guy.
"This," he said, pointing to the tuke, "is a fashion statement."
"And this," Mich said, pointing to Nick, "is a fashion VICTIM." The other guy laughed. "Besides, tukes are SOOO last year!!" Nick whipped the tuke off. "Oh, and I'll have you know, that no matter how many tukes you wear, it won't matter if your 98* tattoo is showing." She quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard. A few teens had heard, and were looking on curiously. Mich surveyed her surroundings a bit further, and an idea began to form in her brain when she noticed just HOW MANY teens there were in the vicinity.
"Shit," Nick exclaimed, trying to pull the short sleeves of his tshirt down farther than they would go.
"I told you not to wear that shirt!" the other guy said. Mich focused on the guy she didn't recognize.
"Who are you?" she asked. The guy stuck out his hand.
"I'm Jeff, Nick's band mate. We met last night."
"Oh, ya," Mich said, nodding. "You're the guy that screwed over Nick when he tried to use my line on you."
"I wondered where Nick got such an intelligent line," Jeff said. He laughed when Nick punched him in the arm.
"So, why the hell are you here anyway?" Mich demanded of Nick.
"I came here to see her," Nick said, pointing to Lindsey.
"What, you can't remember her name?" Mich asked. Nick made a face.
"Of course I can," Nick insisted. "It's Lindsey. What kind of guy do you think I am?"
"A dumb one," Mich said honestly. "Oh, that was a rhetorical question. I thought you were asking my opinion."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Nick demanded.
"I don't like you. I mean," Mich said quickly, then laughed.
"You know, you really are one of the most irratating person I have ever met."
"And you are a Nick," Mich said simply, not bothering to explain heself anymore. Lindsey laughed, but had a shocked look on her face, as if that were the biggest insult anyone could ever give. "And I just have just one more thing to say to you," Mich told him, a smirk on her face. Nick wasn't sure he was going to like what Mich had up her sleeve.
"What's that?" Nick asked cautiously. Mich took a deep breath in.
"OMG!!! IT'S 98*!!!" she screamed, then grabbed Lindsey's arm before running.
