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((Christina is going to make that. I just needed to open something so she could see the folder.))

Laya walked into Hot Topic.

John was bored. His friends had ditched him and run off with some girls. He didn't go with them though, he was too heartbroken from his last girlfriend. He wandered into Hot Topic.

Some guys and their girlfriends had told her to shop at Hot Topic, that she'd find better clothes there. Why did she listen again? Oh, yeah, because she was bored...

John then saw a girl, he recognized her. Oh yeah his idiot friends had told her something about her clothes. He didn't want her to get mad at him so he tried to hide his face with his hands.

"I already saw you walk in, no point in hiding." She kept scanning the clothes. "Oh, and I'm not some idiot who changes where she shops because someone told her to." She added quickly. "I'm just bored."

Dang, he was caught. He brushed his hair out of his face. "Sorry about that whole thing. My friends can be real asses when they want to be. But if your bored why shop here. Why not shop and some place like Limited Too to get back at them?"

((I have no idea if I spelled Limited Too right.))

"Because I liked the window of this place better." She answered simply. "Laya. You are?"

"My name is John and I like the window of this place too. But my favorite store would have to be Freshly Peeled. I love to eat."

Laya finally turned around to look at him. "I can't say I've heard of that place."

John shrugged. He was observing a pair of pants. "Just a smoothie place."

"Like Jamba Juice?" She asked, turning back to the rack. Small talk... that's all... She refused to even be his friend. Guys were untrustworthy.

He stopped looking at the pair of pants and looked back at Laya, who was turned around. "Better than Jamba juice, if you like thickness and fresher fruits. Jamba Juice it too industrialized to be good."

Laya froze and dropped the shirt she was looking at. She turned around and marched up to John. "Did you just diss my Jamba?"

He looked at her. "I believe I did."

She kept walking until there was only a foot of space between them. "Do not diss my company! Well, my father's company." She added as an afterthought.

He raised an eyebrow. "The1st amendment allows me to do so."

"The 1st amendment hardly applies to anyone for anything anymore. People sue at every word." She shrugged and went back to the rack she had been at. She chose some clothes and bought them. "I think I might just check out this 'peel' place..."

"It's better than that crap you dad sells!" He yelled at her. "So sue me."

"Don't want to, never saw the reason in lawsuits." She walked passed him. Ignore him, ignore everything he said... He was a... well, a he. Laya found a map and went to where he had said. He was right, it was pretty good.

((Personally, I've never heard of the place...))

((What place. The one I said doesn't exist. I made it up.))
He ran up to her and saw her with the smoothie. "So what do you think. Better than your dad's?"

((Ahhh... Makes sense.))

Laya kept drinking the smoothie, thinking over her answer. She finally put it down. "It's too thick." She said, not ready to admit defeat.

"Really? You seem to be enjoying it." He gestured towards the cup. "It's only been 5 minutes and it's almost empty."

Laya jutted out her jaw defiantly. "I have a habit of eating and drinking non-stop while thinking."

"Thinking about how good that smoothie is?" He cracked a grin.

Laya sighed in defeat and dropped her head to the table. "Yeeesss..." She groaned. She hated being wrong...

"I knew it!" He looked at her, smiling. "Now where's my prize?"

"I think it's somewhere up your-" She broke off, trying to stop being so rude.

John smiled again. "Up my what exactly?"

"Finish your sentences, it's only polite."

"No, it's anything but polite. But if you really want to know." Laya shrugged. "I think it's somewhere up your ass." She smiled, got up, and threw away her cup. She walked into a crowd, looking for somewhere that looked interesting.

"So that's what has been poking at me the entire day!" He joked.

She faintly heard something behind her. John had most likely said something, but she couldn't hear him. She walked into a store with a lot of pretty little statuettes. Fairies, dragons, unicorns, mermaids, maidens, meadows... Everything she could think of.

Vincent was looking for the perfect gift to get his mother for her birthday. She loved little statuettes, but he wasn't sure if any were exactly right for her. She loved Fairies, and unicorns, pretty much anything that would be considered girly by most teenagers. He disagreed with that statement though. He would draw them all day long, creating his own world full of beautiful creatures, of course he didn't only draw the proclaimed 'girly' creatures, he drew all sorts. He was debating wether or not to just draw her a picture and put it in a frame when a girl with red hair came up beside him, looking nochalontly at the statuettes.

Vincent chose not to acknowledge her. Choosing instead to only make polite conversation if she spoke first.

Laya noticed some guy next to her. She tried to brush it off. "Ooh.." her breath came out in a rush. It was beautiful... A dragon breathing fire. On the dragon was a mermaid with wings. The dragon's fire turned into a dancing gypsy. She picked it up gingerly.

Vincent looked down at the statuet that the girl was holding. It had been one he'd been debating on. He couldn't help it, he spoke. "It's beautiful isn't it?"

She looked up, shocked. She smiled. "Yeah, it really is..."

He didn't know what else to say, so he looked away shyly. 'I shouldn't have said anything.' he told himself.

Laya stared at it longer, wondering what to do. Guys were evil, but just walking away would be rude... "I'm Laya."

"Vincent Drake." He hesitated, then continued. "I'm looking for a gift for someone, do you have any girl input?"

Laya smiled. "Well, depends. Who is it? Not, like, name... just, how do you know them? What are they into?"

"Well it's for my mom...she likes this sort of stuff, like fairies, and mermaids." Vincent said, thinking he was sounding stupid.

"Hmm..." She thought it over. Something mom... something... "Oh!" She said, seeing something. She walked a few feet and picked up an adult unicorn with two colt unicorns. The mother had a fairy on her back. "How's this?"

"That's perfect!" Vincent exlaimed. He was glad to have found something his mom would love.

Laya smiled, happy to help. She handed him the figurine.

Rosella walked around in the mall. She sat on a small bench between Hot Topic and a small store with an insane amount of figurines. Rose pulled out her sketch book and began to draw the people looking at a statue.

Laya saw a girl. "She's looking at us, Vincent Drake," she whispered to him.