a guide to shopping {macy}

[wendy]

Addison had never been very good at buying birthday presents. When she was younger, her presents tended to be homemade. It was either that she didn’t have money to spend or that she didn’t know where to look for such material things. Her brothers didn’t seem to mind the books she made by hand, anyway. Addison had always liked the way she’d put bits and pieces of stories together into one novel. Sure, it wasn’t something she could’ve given to her parents (what were they to do with fairytales?) but her brothers never once complained.

Unfortunately, now that she was older, it was a bit expected to actually go out and buy a present. Well, that’s how it seemed anyway. Addison still hardly had any money so she not only had to find something her youngest brother would like, but something that she could afford. Shopping for boys was particularly troublesome. At least with most girls, they were just happy with a pair of earrings. Addison didn’t have a clue as to his clothing sizes so shirts were out of the question.

Addison had been wandering around the mall for at least half an hour now. This was entirely hopeless. Perhaps if she went shopping for something that would interest her first? Maybe than she’d fall into a rhythm and ideas would just come to her. (It sounded like a good idea at the time). Entering the next store on her left, Addison slowly realized it was a higher end sort of shop. The clothes looked designer and she was sure the price tags would be beyond her range.

Having barely ventured very far into the store, Addison carefully picked up a top from a close display table. Well, this was pretty but it certainly wasn’t her style. It wasn’t any sort of name brand she recognized. How had she even managed to get to this store? Hadn’t she been walking by Old Navy just a few minutes ago? Addison groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to fight an oncoming headache. Who knew being grown-up would come with difficulties shopping for a birthday present?

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Macy felt blah, there was nothing really to it. She just felt like crap. Hunter was a pain in the ass and there was nothing she could do or say that would make him want to stay. Had she ever thought that she could make him stay in the first place? He had never been the sort to be tied down, even in his youth he was strangely free. And now without the rules that adolescents had, he was even freer. That didn’t stop Macy from wondering about his words—did he really have someone else? Was she not as important as she was in the past? All of these thoughts clouded her head and made her sick with worry. She didn’t really have any friends, Hunter was her only. So when he was gone, she was alone. She left the comfort she could have had in Cape Cod for him, and now that he didn’t want her she was at a loss for what to do.

So instead, she went shopping. Maybe it wasn’t the best to go shopping on a broken heart, but they always said that the best revenge was to look good, right? Retail therapy couldn’t be too bad. Then again, it wasn’t actual retail if everything had designer tags. Because fuck JC Penny’s. Macy had her hands tucked into the pocket of her thick winter peacoat, and she sauntered through the store trying to find anything that looked remotely interesting. The heels of her boots clicked on the ground, and her springy curls bounced about her shoulders.

The blonde woman did see something that caught her interest, but it wasn’t actually something that she could buy. She stopped at a display nearby young lady pick through a separate display. Macy watched curiously with her head down—if there was one thing she was good at, it was sneaking. Though, she looked at the hideous object that the girl picked up, and Macy couldn’t stop the look of abject horror that crossed over her pretty features.

No, she couldn’t let that girl buy that horrible thing. Not for anyone, especially not herself. Macy walked over and grabed the top and pulled it carefully out of the girl’s hand, “This is a horror and should not be on shelves anywhere, save yourself some cash and don’t buy this horrible thing.” Macy folded it back on the table, not hiding the look of horror on her face.

A common misconception was that Macy was a snooty, stuck up bitch. Well…it wasn’t that far off from the truth, actually. But it didn’t hurt her to be nice, mostly she was just stuck up to those that thought their shit didn’t stink. Reaching out, she gentle rubbed the girl’s shoulder, “What’s the matter? You look really stressed out, shopping’s supposed to e fun. It’s not supposed to give you wrinkles.”

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Tags: Dani / Addison / Olley / Macy
Notes: Baww, Macy can be sweet!
Outfit: Fashionable!

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[wendy]

Whoever this woman was, Addison thought her to be very pretty and very fashionable. Addison let the shirt be taken from her hands and she watched as the blonde folded and returned it to the display. Addison hadn’t been planning on buying it but she was reassured nonetheless for the woman’s interruption. At least this way, she’d have a bit of inkling as to what sorts of clothes she shouldn’t buy if she wanted to be just as chic. (Not very likely; Addison mostly dressed for comfort).

“Th-thank you…?” Addison said slowly after a moment of distracted pondering. “You’re really pretty.” The compliment was out before Addison could think on it. Normally, she’d be embarrassed over something like it but this woman didn’t seem at all intimidating. Besides, it wasn’t likely they’d run into each other again after today, so it wasn’t like she’d have to be worried about it any other day. Her smile was sheepish but still sincere. She looked back at the shirt and wondered briefly what made it such a horror. Maybe she’d ask eventually.

There was a question to answer now, though. Addison let out a tiny groan. Wrinkles were things that happened to adults! Not teenagers! Oh, she was never going to shop for birthday presents again. “I didn’t know it’d be so difficult shopping for my brother’s birthday,” she answered, sounding tired. The hand on her shoulder was comforting and Addison was grateful that this stranger had approached. “I’m Addison, by the way.”

Addison shrugged and started to pace, trying again to think of anything she could buy. “Who knew growing up would make birthday shopping hard?” She sighed, exasperated, and stopped to look at the woman. “I’m sorry to be bothering you with all this.” There was something about her that made Addison want to ramble on about all of her troubles. Maybe it was that she looked so kind.