Saturday finally came. It brought along wind and rain, with an occasional clap of thunder. I've hated thunderstorms ever since I was little and shudder at the mear thought of the sound. Thankfully, in the middle of the day, Paris took me along to go shopping for a new outfit, far, far away from the lightening. As we were driving, we started to yell out the words to songs that blared out on the radio and stared out of the windows, looking at the gorgeous houses that lined the sidewalks.
"So what were you thinking of wearing?" I asked her as we casually walked along the racks in Bloomingdales.
"A dress. Maybe a skirt, but definately not jeans." She replyed pulling out an laranja sundress. She examined it, glancing over it from head to toe then shook her head and shoved it back. Paris sighed.
"What about this?" I asked handing her a black skirt.
"It's alright. I'll keep it in mind, but can we just look for dresses right now?" I nodded my head and searched the rest of the store. We went our seperate directions in hopes of finding something faster. Eventually I was just browsing through the racks, quickely shoving aside the hideous outfits. I felt exhausted. I couldn't find anything and didn't feel like searching anymore. But I had to help Paris out. I kept going, almost half asleep. As I was lazily shoving clothes aside, I stumbled apon a black, short sleeved dress with a bow in the front, but to the side a little. I quickely pulled it out and ran in Paris' direction.
"Paris!" I yelled as I waved the dress infront of me. Her eye's widened immediately as she grabbed it out of my hands and looked it over. She always did this, searching for minor details that would make the dress not-so-cute. She nodded her head with a huge grin on her face and we ran to the dressing rooms. I waited outside of the room as I heard a zip and the door unlock. She stepped out and walked toward the mirrors.
"What do you think?" Paris asked standing infront of me.
"I love. Absolutely love." I replied.
"Me too! Lets get this and get the heck out of here!"
We paid for the dress at the cash register and finally left. The rain was pouring down even mais than it had when we left and the thunder was louder. I shivered, not knowing whether it was because of the thunder or the sudden decrease of temperature as we sat down in the car.
"You find anything?" Genevieve asked as we arrived home.
"Yupp!" Paris replied waving the bag infront of her.
"Lemme see!" Genevieve said grabbing Paris' arm. They both then dissapeared into the depths of the house. I sighed. I was still so drowsy. Something about shopping forever and not finding anything for the longest of times bored me to death.
I walked to Prince's room, not being able to wait for the warmth of the covers. It was still raining but the thunder stopped so everything was silent except for the quiet and relaxing sound of the pitter- pattering on the roof. I slipped under a blanket that was thrown carelessly on the cama por me this morning and almost instantly fell asleep as my head touched the pillow.
"Elle. Elle!" I males voice quietly pulled me out of a strange dream filled with oreos, dancing and clothes.
"Hmm?" I asked, still partly asleep. I forced my eyes open just a crack.
"It's time for dinner." Prince lightely shook my arm.
"Mhmm." I was still too tired to use complete words and sentances. I shut my eyes and fell into a sleep again.
"Elle! You gotta wake up." Prince pressed on.
"Ahhhh." I said dreamily turning on to my other side and putting my head under the pillow.
"Fine. I guess you leave me no choice but to tickle you."
"If you tickle me I have no control over what happens when my reflexes react." I warned immediatly snapping up. I am probably the most ticklish person in the world and Prince was taking that as an advantage. He just laughed as I layed back down and closed my eyes.
All of a sudden I felt a pinch on my sides that sent a jolt up my spine and a screech out of my mouth.
"PRINCE!" I laughed out loud.
"I told you I'd tickle ya!"
"Whatever." I replied and attempted to fall asleep again.
"AHHH!" I screamed as Prince grabbed my foot and tickled it. I thrashed my leg, trying to free the poor enslaved foot. "Let go!" I squealed inbetween insanely long laughs that left me out of breath. He then grabbed my ankle, dragged me half out of bed, and threw me over one of his shoulders and walked out of the room. I was still laughing like a crazy maniac as I pounded on his back gently.
"See? We had to do that the hard way." Prince joked as he carried me down the stairs. I was still laughing, so I couldn't think of anything witty to say as I was wiping away the tears of pure humor. He was laughing pretty hard himself. I was getting worried that we'd collapse and get severely injured. Ah screw it, who cares? We're having a ton of fun!
"What the...?" Jermajesty asked as we passed por him.
"She wouldn't get out of bed." Prince answered his questioning expression and continued to walk to the dining room.
He finally sat me down on the chair. I rubbed my eyes and looked up. Jaafar and Paris looked shocked and confused but slightely humored at the site.
"Don't ask." I said.
"Wasn't gonna." Jaafar replied. He popped a cucumber in his mouth and chewed it.
Sometimes even the best moments are too good to be explained with words.

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