When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E29

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E29

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 29

“What size are you?” I asked Sierra.

“I’m size 11/12 in jeans and a medium in shirts.”

“Black jeans?” I asked her and she nodded.

I thumbed through the rack of jeans. “What about

dark blue?” I questioned as I stared at a clot of dark

blue jeans.

“That’s fine,” she replied. I grabbed a handful of 11/12

jeans and handed them to her. She examined each of

them before smiling and nodding. So we have 5

pairs of jeans now.

“Do you see any shirts you like?” I asked her, resting

back and she nodded. She grabbed a long sleeve

shirt and a red vest.

“Here, go pay for it,” I told her, handing her the

money.

When we walked towards another store that suited

our fashion sense, I asked her how much cash was

left. “We have about $313.89,” She told me, doing

mental math. I nodded.

“Where’d you get this money?” my eyebrows rose.

Did she rob a bank? When I go shopping, I get $200.

“My parents gave us money to get clothes; $500

each,” she told me and I nodded.

“That’s a lot of money,” I told her.

“That’s only because we have about four pairs of

normal jeans and we only own tank tops and

sandals,” she told me. “We need coats and shoes

and jeans and long sleeve shirts; my parents didn’t

think it through when they decided to send us here.”

“Just get any shirts,” I told her and she nodded,

handing me her bag. I leaned against the wall, staring

out of the doorway as she went to the changing

room. I saw Sabrina and Jonah walking, obviously

arguing.

“How many shirts did you buy?” I inquired.

“I bought eight more and then two more pairs of

jeans,” she told me and I nodded. “We can go to any

shoe store that sells Converse or DC’s.”

After we bought her two pairs of shoes, we had to

go to Target to buy undergarments. I looked at her.

“You can do that yourself, right?”

She laughed before nodding. “Yes, I’m not 3,” I rolled

my eyes. My ringtone went off and I quickly picked

up the phone. I was earning dirty looks from other

customers. Did they not appreciate The All American

Rejects?

“What?” I stated into the phone.

“Are you guys done?” Jonah asked. I watched as

Sierra awkwardly walked to the checkout line.

“Yes, are you?” I asked.

He sighed loudly. “No, we aren’t even close. I bought

her one outfit and one fourth of the money is gone.”

“Why don’t you pick out clothes for her?” I asked. He

was quiet for a minute.

“I’m going to do that. I’ll call you back,” he told me.

“Are they finished?” Sierra piped from beside me. I

shook my head.

“He’s going to get the clothes for her,” she nodded

her head while we began aimlessly walking around

the mall.

When Jonah called back, Sierra and I were talking

about which band was better; Pierce the Veil or

Sleeping with Sirens. “What?” I asked.

“We’re ready,” I turned to Sierra and nodded. “We’re

in the food court.”

Sierra and I made our way to the food court, looking

around for the boy and the twin. When we found

them, Sabrina was pouting and Jonah was glaring at

her.