I paced
around as I looked out the window, seeing if Chrissy's plane
had landed yet.
"Mom,
Dad, isn't that her plane? I don't see her coming
out." I whispered loudly, nervous that her parents might
have stopped her.
"Don't worry sweetie, she'll be okay." my
mother assured me as she sipped her mocha latte.
"Are you sure she wants to come here in such short
notice?" my father asked slowly.
"Her message on Skype almost made me break down in tears,
and she never exaggerates anything." I said, checking my
phone constantly.
"Oh sweetheart, is that her?" my mother said, turning
me to a girl much like my age.
I smiled as I recognized those light chocolate brown hair and
eyes anywhere.
"Chrissy!" I yelled as I gave her a tight hug.
"I've missed you so much Kaylie!" she shrieked as
she gave me a big grin.
"I'm so glad we're reunited again." I
giggled.
Chrissy started laughing as tears started falling from her
eyes. "Thank you so much, it was torture back in
Maine."
I hugged her once more. "That's what best friends are
for, right?"
.~.
"This would look really cute on you!" I complimented
as I showed Chrissy a lavender, flowy dress that went
down to her knees and showed off her curves.
"Oh, fine." she mumbled as she went into a dressing
room to change.
As she came out, I gasped of awe.
"Oh my gosh, you look so cute!" I shouted, as she
managed to curve her lips into a small smile.
Chrissy raised both eyebrows at me and grabbed the exact same
dress, but in aqua.
"Why don't you try it on so I'm not the only
loser?" she joked, as I punched her lightly in the
arm.
I came out wearing the dress, and I had to say, I looked
fabulous.
"Now we match." she smirked.
"Besties for life." I laughed as we tried on more
dresses, some being ridiculous, some being formal.
After about an hour, we managed to buy about 3 bags worth of
clothes.
"Kaylie, can I ask you something?" Chrissy said as we
sat down in the food court of the mall, eating large, juicy
cheeseburgers and slurping thick milkshakes.
"Sure." I moaned as I was savoring the deliciousness
of the burger, as today was a pig-out day.
"I want to be popular at your school, will you help me
with it?"
I get where she's coming from, since she obviously
doesn't want to go through the same torture that she had to
go through in Maine.
I gave her a smile, even though my mouth was covered in the
burger's special sauce.
"Of course I will, I promise you will be one of the most
popular girls in school."