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[alexandrabastian]

"So, let's go today." She said brightly, brushing stray whisps of hair from her face.
"We can meet up for a mid-afternoon lunch, then shop around for some new outfits." Her expression was playful, like they had been shopping-buddies for years.

"I need a new skirt, anyway," She paused, thinking, "You know, I want some new tops." She said matter-o-factly, "And jeans, maybe. I hate skinny jeans, but I just look so good in them."

She shook her head, looking up at Rylee, "So, we can meet at the mall in like...an hour?" She said, cocking her head to the side, "And I can get you a nice outfit picked out for tennis?" She offered, although it was more of a question than a statement.

[rylee]

Rylee smiled and nodded, thinking today would be perfect. It was warm and nice, plus she'd just gotten a little extra spending cash from Sara. Something about for decorating her dorm room. Did clothes count as decorating her room? Rylee liked to think so. And anyway, she still had her allowance if she spent all the extra cash.

"Definitely, I'm just gunna go change and I'll meet you at the mall." Rylee said, trying to sound cool about it. Inside she was bouncing around like a seven year-old who'd been given too many pixie sticks. Ah pixie sticks, who didn't love those sugary things that exploded everywhere but in your mouth?