Lorraine found herself on the escalator down towards the bottom floor of the shopping centre once again, heading to the same clothes shop she always visited when she went into the city centre. As they walked down the stairs she heard her friend Katie exhale with a notable amount of irritation. "You really like her that much that you pretend to like the stuff in here just to see her?" Katie moaned.
"Not this again." Lorraine said, sighing. "I told you, I do like some of the clothes in here..." she protested.
"Uh huh, cause your fashion sense just screams wannabe emo." Katie chuckled. "Face it, you're just a giant stalker."
"I'd hardly call going to a clothes shop every other week and happening to see her every so often stalking." Lorraine replied sourly.
"At least say something to her, start a proper conversation, anything!" Katie said, ignoring her friend. "You've been making me come here every time we're in town together for the last year, god knows how long you were coming here yourself. I've only seen you wear one thing you've got from there, if you've even bought anything else. I mean sure, even I can see she's cute and I don't even......."
As Katie continued to bemoan her misfortune at being stuck in Lorraine's company, Lorraine began to zone out. Two years, she thought to herself. It had been just over two years since she'd first seen her. She'd only just gone 15 at the time but she knew she'd seen something rare the first time she caught sight of the beautiful brunette. One of her friends who'd been going through a bit of an emo phase had been the cause of her discovering the place, and in turn, her. At first, she'd been attracted by her almost otherworldly beauty. She remembered how much the girl scared her as much as she enthralled her. As time went on, however, she found more fuel for her obsession. One day, after a few months of feigning interest in clothes she didn't like, trying to catch glimpses of the object of the desires she had when she was alone in her bed, she'd been caught contently watching her.
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"Hey, weird Blonde kid, you ok?"
Lorraine jumped when she heard the petite girl who she'd been spying on speak. She had to be talking to her, she was the only one in the shop.
"...Umm yeah, thanks, ju--just looking for something I like." she stammered.
The Brunette giggled at the younger girl's shyness. "You mustn't like a lot of the stuff in here, I don't think I've even seen you try something on from here." she said.
"Oh right, I'm... pretty picky about the clothes I buy." Lorraine stated nervously, still trying to avoid the older girl's gaze.
"Oh that's cool, me too. If you want I could give you a hand, tell you what I think might look good on you? I'm not doin' anything else." the girl replied with that cute smile that made Lorraine melt.
"You... sure?" was all that Lorraine could manage in her reply, nervous that her looks were going to be judged by the very person she'd been trying to impress.
"Dude, this place is a ghost town, and I don't mean that it's filled with the pale, pretentious kids we're trying to sell stuff to. Besides, I'm getting sick of seeing you come in here acting weird and not buying anything." Andrea said with a smirk. "Oh ok." Lorraine whispered quietly, all the time trying to look away in embarrassment.
"Jeez, I'm just messing with you, lighten up!" the girl laughed. "My name's Andrea, what's yours?"
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"Are you even listening to me? Lorraine!"
Lorraine shrugged
"Unfortunately I don't have much of an option. Just butt out of it, I don't make you go talk to Todd when you drool all over him in English, do I?" Lorraine smiled to herself after seeing Kate's know-it-all mouth shut for a moment.
"Fine, whatever." she said eventually. "...but the difference is I don't force you to watch me "drool" as you so eloquently put it, all over Todd, but you make me come in here just so you can chicken out anytime you try to talk to her. Either use me as a scapegoat wisely or stop making me come here. Just put me out of my misery at least if you don't care about yourself."
Lorraine's patience was rapidly wearing out. "I talk to her. I talk every time I come in." she said defensively. "Not what I meant and you know it. She's not blind, you know. She's gotta have at least some clue as to why you go there so much. Either that or she thinks you're a massive freak that stalks her." Katie said slyly.
Lorraine just made faces at her.
"Is it 'cos she's so much older than you that you're such a chicken? She must be what, 25, 26?" Katie said, continuing to torment her friend.
"She's 23, you know that..." Lorraine said, almost at her wits end.
"Oh my, how ever could I forget." Katie quipped sarcastically.
"Bitch." muttered Lorraine as Katie grinned at her.
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"So, got anything in mind? You dressing to impress?" Andrea asked her.
"Sorta." Lorraine replied timidly.
Lorraine's shortness didn't phase the older girl however. "Ok, so, older boy I'm guessing?" Lorraine smiled a little at the irony. "Yeah." she said.
Andrea gave the younger girl a quick look up and down. "You're 17 or 18, right?" she asked.
"Umm no, I'm 15. I'm 16 next month though." Lorraine added.
"Wow, I wouldn't have thought it, you're pretty tall, plus you got pretty impressive cleavage going there, that's gonna be a plus. Really, I'm jealous!" Andrea said, teasing, while Lorraine merely blushed.
"So how much older exactly?" Andrea asked, continuing her survey.
"He's about five years older I think." Lorraine lied.
Andrea looked at her sheepishly. "Well, I won't judge. Just be careful cause cute girls like you can make older boys try some stupid shit." she told her.
Lorraine giggled when she hear this.
"Man, I sound like I'm thirty." Andrea complained.
"Yeah, I think I see a few wrinkles coming on too." Lorraine replied in as deadpan as a tone as she could muster. Despite her nerves Andrea had started to make her feel a lot more comfortable.
"Good luck trying to impress mister twenty year old sleaze bag on your own then!" Andrea said with fake hurt in her voice which just got Lorraine giggling again.
"Anyway, even with the whole huge boobs thing you got going I think you should be looking for more of a cute look then a hot look. Not that you're not hot or anything, you're just more cute than hot if you get what I mean." Andrea informed her.
"Umm, if you say so." Lorraine said, sort of confused.
"Here, try these two on." Andrea said, handing Lorraine a yellow top with a corset-like flower on the hem and a pair of skinny black jeans.
A few minutes later, Lorraine came out to show off the outfit to Andrea.
"Wow, it defiantly suits you. He'd have to be a pretty big idiot to say no to that." Andrea said with a warm smile.
"Thanks so much, I really suck at picking out nice clothes." Lorraine replied.
"Hey, you kept me busy for half an hour, I should be thanking you!" Andrea told her.
"Let me know how you get on ok?" she said, smiling at Lorraine as she put the outfit into the bag.
"...Sure." Lorraine said, smiling back. "And... thanks again." she said to Andrea before leaving.
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