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Post by Jake Wilde on Feb 28, 2008 2:14:52 GMT -5
There were a number of reasons that Jake hated the mall. The crowds, the blinding light off of the white surfaces, but most of all it was the narcissism and ¬fake people who were laughing loudly, as they walked arm-in-arm down the walkway, daring loners to break them apart. It was like the Red Rover experience of shopping. These were the people Jake couldn’t stand, and here he was forced into their element.
But what else was a guy supposed to do when he was wearing his clothes to rags? And, as much as he hated to admit it, the influence of the “cool kids” at school made this one of the few places he knew to go. Places like this always made him very distracted though, which made it very difficult for his in-and-out, buy what you need, mentality. Jake hardly noticed that he was blocking passage, as he stared blankly at stacks upon stacks of jeans.
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Post by Sierra Wilson on Feb 28, 2008 22:43:18 GMT -5
For the first time in years Sierra Angel Wilson went shopping alone. Instead of the usual pose following her, she was alone. For this small detail, she was wearing a hat and sunglasses. She'd hate to be recognize. Appearences were important to her and she had worked hard for her rep. She didn't want to ruin everything in one day. She walked out of her favorite store listening to her iPod touch. In her hands were many bags already, she could get whatever she wanted and she knew this. Only today she had bought 3 pairs of jeans and a few nice shirts. Shopping was a sport for her and she could spend money very quickly. It wasn't that she liked to waste money but it was a form of comfort for her. It's what she had learned from her mother, shop your sadness away. She soon made her way to a new store. "Could you move?" She asked impatiently noticing someone was blocking her way. People could be so selfish sometimes. Why do they insist on blocking the way for people. Ah, how she missed the high end stores she usually shopped at in the summer. (I hope that's good. I wasn't to sure what to write. This just came to me
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Post by Jake Wilde on Feb 29, 2008 0:32:40 GMT -5
[oh, no worries… it didn’t even occur to me that it would be a difficult place to post… because she really wouldn’t be alone. my bad.]
Jake stood, lost amidst a sea of stiff, sturdy blue jean material, stacked to the ceiling. Honestly… why did the need so many out? Were they expecting a swarm of consumers to suddenly rip every pair of slacks they had and immediately need a new pair, or life couldn’t possibly go on? Jake half wished such a rush would come in so only one pair of jeans might be left for him to chose from. The only thing he knew for sure at the moment was that he was incredibly exasperated.
He looked up, slightly distracted, with a helpless look on his face when he was addressed. He generally hated to be bothered by salespeople, they were so bloody pushy, but now he was rather glad for it.
Only, when he looked up, it was not a salesperson, the salespeople were actually off chatting with friends from some local public high school. It was a comfort that girls were not much better outside of the academy. “Sorry.” Jake muttered and moved forward. But when the strangely concealed girl started to move past him, her smell triggered memory and Jake could not help turn around to recognize someone he hated to admit, even to himself, was an object of his attraction. “Sierra?” He asked, his voice hinting at doubt.
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Post by Sierra Wilson on Feb 29, 2008 0:47:48 GMT -5
She didn't even take the time to grumble a thank you as she started looking through the dresses. She touched a few and looked in disgust. It was cheap fabric and probably would look horrible with any of her other clothes. It's was one of the bad sides of retail therapy. All the cheap or ugly clothes around.
Sierra soon heard her name called. "What?" She snapped whipping her head around to face the direction of the noise. She soon recognize the person standing infront of her. It was either Jerry, James or Jake. She was sure it was something that started with J. She was just of that atleast. She didn't evem feel like pretending to ne nice today. This was suppose to be the few hours alone. "What do you want?" She asked annoyed as she crossed her arms.
Maybe company wasn't such a bad idea. She was getting bored of looking at clothes she didn't even need. Plus, she'd never wear any of this anyways. She decided it was time for a change of gears. "How are you?" Sierra asked flashing a sweet smile. She did have a lot of practice at the fake sweet smile. It was the same smile she gave to any teachers. And anyways, the guy was cute. She could easily waste a few hours with him. She'd probably even be able to make out with him without being digusted. Althought she wouldn't admit this to anyone.
(I had planned on making her be with friends but then the idea of being alone popped into my head so I went with that)
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Post by Jake Wilde on Feb 29, 2008 1:18:59 GMT -5
[ah, I see. well, it’s always fun to put characters in awkward situations.]
Jake was fairly sure that it was Sierra, after all, how many times had he snuck glances in her direction when he ought to have been paying attention in the many classes they had together? But it did not look at all like her… not clothes wise. She was usually really flash, he could never recall a time that she was incognito. He could only imagine why she was trying to look so undetectable… probably scheming something with one of her preppy girlfriends, and she had been sent undercover.
He almost wanted to turn away and mutter another apology for disturbing her. He didn’t know why he even thought to talk to her, it was just so strange to see her there. Why did she have to come in here and throw him off his guard like that, no one knew just how into her he was, and just how irritating that could be. She was like one of those interests that got really built up in your head, but then the second they opened their mouth you had to wonder why the hell you were so drawn to them. And she probably hated him… if she even knew who he was. They all seemed to.
But then she did a 180 and smiled at him. He knew the smile, he had seen it before, flashed at other people. Though he knew it could not be trusted, he could not help feeling a little jittery when he saw it directed at him. It was ten-times as potent when it was meant for you. “I’m… I’m good.” He said a cautiously, but not overtly. He glanced about, feeling a urgency to keep her talking to him, but knowing that he could never been seen doing so. There wasn’t anyone they knew in the store. “What are you doing here?” He asked, skepticism raising. What was she doing here?
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Post by Sierra Wilson on Feb 29, 2008 1:35:02 GMT -5
This was going no where, now her retail therapy was ruined. In a way that was probably good. She had already spent a good amount of money today anyways. For a minute she regretted answering the boy. She could have just left and pretended she didn't hear him.
But for some odd reason she was drawn to answer him. It was something she couldn't explain and it had never happened before. Sierra considered telling him the real reason she was there but decided against it. Telling him would show the world her vulnerable side. "Ah, you know. Just wanted to shop" She answered with an air of happiness. Thank god she had taken those acting classes as a kid because they did come in handy often.
The real reason she was there though was not just to shop. Her mother had called her from where ever she was that week. Sierra never really got along with her mother but they were civil. And she had always thought she was doing her parents proud. But it turned out to be the polar opposite. Her mother had actually admitted being ashamed of Sierra. This was shocking to her. It broke her heart but she didn't tell her mother. That would just give the witch satisfaction.
"What about you Jake?" She asked innocently. She had just remembered his name and decided to throw it in would help. Most people hated her and sometimes she couldn't blame them. But if she wanted, Sierra could be nice. She just didn't show that side of her personality to many people.
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Post by Jake Wilde on Feb 29, 2008 1:53:18 GMT -5
The uneasy feeling was so strange for Jake. If he could identify it to anything, it was probably the first time he had sat behind the wheel of his car after it had been restored. The elation, the thrill, the anxiety, the nerves, the thrill… it was all so confusing, but surprisingly satisfactory his senses. There weren’t many girls… no… there were no girls that made him feel this way.
Oh sure, he liked other girls… girls that were much better than Sierra as far as a good girl went, but there was something sort of celebrity about Sierra, and the fact that she was talking to him. He was certainly not going to be acting like himself, that was for sure. He was barely able to keep his eyes on hers.
He felt so foolish when she said she was just there to shop. Of course she was. Why else would she be there? He felt slightly better when she asked him the same question in return. And though he thought it was a obvious, as her business there should have been to him, he glanced up at the pants and answered truthfully, “Jeans. I’m running out, and my brothers…” he was about to reveal that he often got hand-downs from his brothers, but in recent years he had actually gotten to be taller than them, so now he was getting the new jeans. However, he stopped short, second-thinking her situation, versus his. She already looked down on him… he didn’t need her to do so more. He cleared his throat and gave a weak smile to cover up the awkwardness, “I just don’t know what kind to get.” He said, trying to divert her attention.
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Post by Sierra Wilson on Feb 29, 2008 2:21:01 GMT -5
Sierra looked at her watch. She had nothing to do until that evening. "I can help" She offered without thinking. For some reason she felt like being nice today. It didn't happen often but somehow today it was one of those days. After what happened today maybe it was the time change. Or atleast try to. If she didn't like the change she could just pretend it never happened.
She started looking through the various piles of jeans. For some odd reason Sierra was an expert at guessing sizes. She doon found three different styles and handed them to Jake. "Try these on" She said in a actual sweet tone. She felt like shedding the snobby attitude for the day.
She looked around the store just to make sure nobody she knew was around, noticing the coast was clear she took her hat off. Hats annoyed her and she just didn't need it anymore. She shook out her black tresses and stuffed the hand in her purse. "Trust me, these jeans should fit perfectly" Sierra said with a smile. She kept looking through the different styles and shrugged seeinf nothing else that was worth giving him for the time.
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Post by Jake Wilde on Mar 1, 2008 2:12:58 GMT -5
Jake was a little surprised, and admittedly -- a little relieved -- to hear Sierra offer her help and brave the stacks of jeans. She made him feel foolish with how quickly she scouted out jeans. he could not believe that she actually did it. He took the three pair skeptically and held them out in front of him, as she removed her hat. Without really thinking, Jake let a pair unfold before him, and held the hem up to his waist.
He glanced up when Sierra reassured him that the pants would be fine. He cleared his throat. "Well, if you say so, I'm sure you're right." He said this in a very awkward way, never ever having been the sort of person to admit, least of all to their face, that a prep was right in any shape or form. He was out of his mind. But her mother was a fashion designer... everyone knew that... Jake just didn't know which.
Heaping the pain on top of the other two pair, he flashed a smile hesitantly, as though she would change gears on him if she showed too much enjoyment for her company. "Thanks." He put one pair of jeans back. "I'm sure it's small change to you, but I think I'll stick with two." He commented, assuring her that it was not her decision that he was rejecting. For crying out loud, why was he turning himself into a doormat?
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Post by Sierra Wilson on Mar 3, 2008 19:03:38 GMT -5
For some odd reason it made her smile knowing he trusted her with this. Sure, it was something that wasn't really important but it made Sierra proud. Most people wouldn't really say this to her. She was to blame for this but it got hard day after day. Most people hated her or they copied her. It was hard being that way day in and day out. Now, she would have rather be non popular but actally be like. She'd never admit this to anyone though. This was her little secret.
Sierra looked through the jeans and found herself a pair, these would be perfect to just make into shorts. She might aswell get them. "Suit yourself" She said pushing her hair behind her ear. It didn't matter to her what he got. "Hey, it's still early and I'm looking for some company. Want to get a coffee?" She asked out of the blue. Usually she wouldn't do this but she felt comfortable around him. She could shed her mean persona for a few hours and just be normal.
She didn't think he'd say yes. After all, she had been quite mean to him over the years. For some odd reason she wished for her phone to ring to save herself from the embarassment of being turned down. Sierra Wilson had never been turned down before and she doesn't want to know the feeling. For the first time in years, she was actually putting herself out there.
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Post by Jake Wilde on Mar 4, 2008 23:08:32 GMT -5
Jake was glad that Sierra was not offended that he should need to put one pair of jeans back. But at $35 a pair, he could not buy more than two… even that was pushing it. He had no idea what he was doing buying jeans this expensive. He was just glad that his mother had convinced his father to put the money forward -- because Jake had no job. He suddenly had wished that he could buy more, or better, feeling like Sierra might be completely put off and turn cold towards him again.
Surprisingly, she did not. She actually seemed really cool about it. Strange for a prep… maybe she’s on something, Jake thought. Jake gave a little smile, about ready to say thanks and walk away. But, and even stranger than the situation at hand already was, she asked him to coffee. Jake was left speechless, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Was this some sort of joke? He glanced around again for snickering girls who were all in on the prank. There were none. He knit his brow when he looked at her again, then gave a little disinterested shrug -- just to play it cool. “I guess I’m done here. It wouldn’t hurt. Let me just pay for these, yeah?”
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Post by wowposter on Nov 8, 2008 21:49:22 GMT -5
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