*Lara*

"Cheese pizza, please" I asked the lunch lady in an excessively nice tone.

She grabbed a big slice of Papa John’s pizza and placed it on a turquoise tray. The woman handed me the tray, I smiled, paid, then headed to the last table in row eight.

"Oooohhhh, fries!!!!! Gimmie one!!!" Lynn screamed, stealing 3 of my fries.

"You’re going to take them anyway!!" I remarked with a broad smile.

"I know," Lynn smiled back, then reached for her aqua-colored backpack. She grabbed a red notebook and pulled out over 300 pieces of paper.

"More????" I shouted.

"Yeah, you never write anything! It’s your turn to write the stories!"

Lynn and I are, as I said, complete BSB freaks. We had started writing fan fiction about 4 months ago and had started over 40 stories. Out of the 40, only 4 were completed. Lynn had just handed me the other 36 stories.

"I just wrote like 4 pages of each one and I get them back! Unfair!!!" I whined in my natural Kentucky accent. Even though I lived in Florida for over 5 years, I still couldn’t shake my accent.

"Well, I got stuck. It’s your turn again. You know I write just as much as you do!" Lynn defended herself.

"True. Sorry for Kevining," I replied. (Kevining = _____ing)

"No problem sis, I’m used to it by now," Lynn said as she stole another fry.

We finished our food in silence. She was busy writing the beginning to yet another story. I was engrossed in what she had written in a story about AJ and I.

The bell rang, interrupting my reading and Lynn’s writing. I threw out my trash and headed home with Lynn. Since I had 21 credits (24 are needed to graduate) I only needed to take 3 classes. Lynn did the same. We took gym for fun though.

I unlocked the doors to my midnight blue, Chrysler Sebring Convertible. Lynn and I put our stuff in the back then climbed in.

"Where we headed?" Lynn asked.

"Mall. I wanna get some stuff for when Brian gets down here. It can never hurt to look good around a Backstreet Boy," I smiled. Lynn nodded in agreement. I started the engine and headed in the direction of the mall.

The first thing I did when I got into the mall was get money from the ATM. So did Lynn. Then we went to RAVE.

"Like it?" I asked Lynn as I walked out of the dressing room and modeled in the mirror. I had on a short charcoal-colored skirt and a navy blue baby tee. I topped the outfit off with a pair of black combat boots.

"It’s cute. ____ty, but cute," Lynn laughed.

"Good, I’m getting it for when we take Brian clubbin’ this weekend. What’d you find?"

"7 baby tees, 4 pairs of pants, 6 skirts, 3 pairs of pajamas…"

"I think It’d have been easier if I asked what you didn’t buy," I smirked. Lynn hit my arm and then I went to change back to my regular clothes. I came out and we paid.

"Can we hit the food court? I want a vanilla shake!" Lynn begged as we left RAVE.

"Sure, come on…" I said as I pulled her in the direction of the ice cream place. We both got vanilla milk shakes.

*TWO HOURS LATER*

"I’m broke, tired, and waaaaay beyond ready to leave," Lynn whined as we dragged ourselves out of the mall.

The combined total of what we bought was, 24 shirts, 19 skirts, 27 pairs of pants, a bathing suit for each of us, 17 pairs of shoes, $40 of accessories, and about $90 at Victoria’s Secret. The total cost was close to $5000.

"Brian should love us after all this stuff we bought to impress him!" I laughed, putting my bags in the trunk and backseat. Lynn did the same. We then got in the car and drove out of the mall’s parking lot.