"Nicole, how do you think this outfit would look on me?" You'd ask her.

"Fine, I guess?" She'd say.

That has to be the most repeated lie she has ever said to someone in her 16 (surprisingly) years living on this damned planet. No, you didn't just look "fine" in the outfits you had picked out in the mall. No, no, no. You looked hot as fuck. Whether it be you picking out the most casual outfit on the rack or you picking an outfit that looked flawless—you'll make it look even better. Even when it's something a homeless pedo would wear in an alley you made it look better. 10x better.

What would a two teenage girls do on a Sunday like this? They had money. They had a car. They also had the whole day to themselves. What could they possibly do?

Going to the fucking mall.

Who wouldn't just love the thought of going to the mall in the 2000s? A place where it had everything stocked up inside. From clothes to groceries, electronics to books—it is a one-stop place. A place where it's declared paradise. Teens go to the mall every single day. That's what they do! After school? Meet me at the mall! Over the weekend? We're going to the mall! Then there were the kids that had to beg their parents to go to the mall.

The mall is home—the mall is a place where there's endless amounts of shopping. There is no such thing as a boring mall experience here when you got shit tons of money.

"Hey Nicole I think we'd should stop by that Chinese gourmet. I am craving some chinese food right now." You suggested, pointing over to the restaurant. Nicole couldn't deny that she was also feeling hungry. It's been a few good hours since she ate breakfast this morning and plus her feet were fucking killing her. It wouldn't hurt to take a break from all this shopping and get a bite of some good food would it?

"Fuck yeah, i'm starving. A bitch gots to eat." Nicole replied. You two made your way over to the restaurant, ordered food and took a seat.

"So, Nicole," you started, swallowing a piece of chicken. "when do you plan on gathering your belongings from your house?" You asked. Nicole thought for a moment. She knew she'd have to get some of her belongings from her house whether it be sneaking in or trying to convince her batshit mom to allow her too. But what if the hag wants to take Nicole back? What if she doesn't even want Nicole back at home...what if your parents don't agree on allowing Nicole to stay at your house for gif knows how long? What will she do then?

"...Nicole?" You called out to her, waving a hand in her face to knock her out of her trance.

"Fuck—yeah?"

"You okay? You seemed...bothered."

"No? I mean..." You gave her that look. That look where you know that something was up and there was no room for Nicole's lies. You already knew what was going on in her head. You are always two and sometimes even four steps ahead of her. Whatever Nicole was thinking, you already knew what she was thinking and block it. "...What if my mom doesn't want me?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if my mom doesn't want me to come back home? I can't just stay with you—there's only so many days that I can stay there in til your parents come back."

"Don't say that. My parents wouldn't mind—"

"What if they do?"

"..." You looked to the side in silence. "We could tell them about your situation. Maybe they will understand."

"There can't be no, "Maybe" Y/n. It's a yes or no."

"...Let's not think about this right now. It's only your legitimately second day. We have 17 days in til graduation, Nicole. We'll find a way. We'll find a solution. Your mom may be a bitch—a dumbass bitch at that but she won't just throw you out over an argument. Listen, if she doesn't want you back at the house we'll call the police. We'll figure something out."

Nicole deep down didn't want her mom to get into trouble with the police. She really didn't. She knows that she can be a bitch and not care for others around her but this is her mom that the two of you are taking about. Her and her mom don't get along and butt heads all day and all night—but this is the same woman who gave birth to her. She didn't know what to say—besides, it's getting too...angsty for her and it's kinda cringy to talk about her getting kicked out of the house permanently in a Chinese Gourmet...

"Okay." Was all she managed to say.