Despite the loudness, and distractions of the mall, your eyes were glued to the girl beside you, Aimee: your bestfriend. Your eyes followed the way her lips moved as she spoke, how her eyes glistened with a child-like joy. She was rambling to your friends about nothing, and everything, all at once - You didn’t even think she knew what she was saying, but you never wanted her to stop.

The five of you had been wandering around the mall: shopping, gossiping, eating food - everything the mall had to offer.

Your crush on Aimee was no secret; not like you tried to hide it. Everybody knew - but her. Either she was stupid, or she was choosing to ignore it. Knowing her, it was the former.

The bags were starting to dig into your fingers, causing a red inline in your skin. Carrying around 6 bags full of clothes probably wasn’t the best idea, but you’d rather you than Aimee.

You’d obviously gotten crap from your friends for it. Once, Aimee had gone to the toilet, and you heard it all: “you’re a simp”, “you’re whipped”, “you’d jump off a cliff if she asked you”. None of which was were wrong; in their defence.

You were just slightly biased.

”Can we go into that shop? I’ve been DYING to look at their new collection.”

Your friends glanced at you, smirks on their faces. You were gonna say yes, but, God, your fingers couldn’t take anymore.