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Post by Rebbeca Montgomery on Oct 9, 2007 21:12:28 GMT -5
Rebbeca LOVED shopping, She actually spent most of her time shopping. Surpriseingly enough she was alone. Rebbeca hated being alone and hoped she would run into someone here anyone who was worth spending time with. Maybe even a guy Rebbeca thought as she walked into Abercrombie. She loved this store it had the cutest clothes and smelled so nice. She walked in head held high like always. The person near the door said hello and Rebbeca returned the favor. At least they were nice at this store. She started to look around at a couple of cami's closet to where you walk in. After grabbing a couple of small cami's. She walked over to see if they had new fragrances. Since they did Rebbeca picked them up to see if she liked them. She owned most the perfumes that smelled good from this store.
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Post by Marcus Zane on Oct 23, 2007 18:46:18 GMT -5
Shopping. It was such a girl thing. When there’s a family function, however, and your favorite shirt turns up with bleach stains, shopping becomes a necessity. As much as he would have rather had his mother go and find him a shirt, she’d simply handed him money and told him to go find one. As he stepped into the store, the music and smell hit him pretty hard. It was headache worthy to normal people, but Marcus wasn’t a normal person. In fact, he was quite the opposite. He was used to people with more perfume on than was necessary and he was one of those people that liked music at a deafening sound. As he stared at a rack of shirts, Marcus actually felt helpless. It was true, the boy had problems shopping for himself. He got good grades in school and tore up the field on game days, but he sure as hell couldn’t match or pick colors. [/size][/color] |
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Post by Rebbeca Montgomery on Oct 23, 2007 21:23:25 GMT -5
Rebeca had just walked out of the dressing room ater tring on a partly revealing tank top. She held it in her hand as she contiued to look. She then looked around the store and saw one of her friend marcus. She walked up behind him quietly. As if it wasnt hard to have someone not hear you with the music so loud. She came up behind him and said "I cant belive you picked up that shirt, i dont think anything could make that shirt look good." Rebbeca laguhed as she took it from him and put it back. "What kind of shirt are you looking for i might be able to help. So you look normal" Rebbeca added with a laguh. She played with her hair a bit as she looked at him. She had to admitt that Marcus was REALLY hot. He was one guy she had never gone out with, but she didnt know why. She assumed he probably wasnt intrested.
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Post by Marcus Zane on Oct 24, 2007 8:05:23 GMT -5
Marcus nodded and put the shirt back. He’d more picked it up out of curiosity that they’d even sell something like that in this store rather than actually wanting it. Either way, he was far too relieved that Rebbeca had showed up. Not only were they friends, he knew that she’d be all too happy to pick out a shirt for him. Out of sheer excitement her grinned and pulled her into a hug. Once he’d let her go, he looked around the store in order to try to answer her question.
What kind of shirt did he want? The fact that he couldn’t answer that made him smile nervously. His head started to shake on its own as he kept looking around. Once he was sure that he was clueless, his eyes finally went back to Rebbeca. “Yeah. I don’t know. There’s a family thing this week and the shirt I wanted to wear turned up with bleach stains. Think you could find me something to wear? Please Bec?” Marcus made a small sad face at her before smiling again. There wasn’t a chance in hell that she’d say no to his shopping request. [/color] |
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Post by Rebbeca Montgomery on Oct 24, 2007 20:05:18 GMT -5
Rebbeca smiled as she pulled away from the hug "Hm So like a button up that you can wear with like kackhi pants." Rebbeca said as she looked around the store for a cute button up. She walked around the store and saw a cute all blue cami with green stripes. She picked it up and brought it to him. "How about this" she said as she held it up to him.
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