Chris and Matt are so damn weak for you. Your pretty smile, cute little outfits, the way you're so damn ditzy. Sometimes they're sure there's not a single thing in your head other than them, god, they love you so much. So much that they spoil you so damn much, buying absolutely anything that you ask of them.

It's not like they minded all that much, literally, they got to see you try on all those pretty, skimpy little outfits and try to stop themselves from literally pouncing on you and having you up against the mirror. They'd been following you around the whole time you'd dragged them out shopping, holding the quickly accumulated shopping bags from various stores.

"Think m'gonna drop dead from holdin' all this, baby," Matt murmurs, sounding a little exhausted from holding your bags for you. Chris lets out a breathless laugh of his own, nodding his head as he looks down at the bags draped over his arms.

"Agreed, how many heels d'you need?" Apparently the answer was one for every single day of the week, for a whole year. Or something. You'd bought a shit ton of heels.

Inarguably they'd been ogling you the entire time, unable to take their eyes off of you as you innocently bounced around stores using their cards. Of course, everything you bought would do them well, seeing as they were the ones who got to enjoy you wearing them.

"Drainin' our wallets here," Chris groans, though he's all playful. He loves you, really, as does Matt. "Yeah? And you let it happen," Matt scoffs, a laugh bubbling from his throat.