shopping! :3 {pinochiettes!}

[JEMISSA CROCKET]

_{YOU WERE MY CONSCIENCE}

(so solid now you're like w a t e r

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It wasn't often that Jemima went clothes shopping. What was the point of spending money on clothes when she had perfectly good clothes already? She wouldn't be here right now if Cleo hadn't convinced her to come along with her and Sadie, who just came back from vacation.

Though she had to admit, she did love the feeling she got when putting on a brand new outfit. It totally made her feel... new. I guess retail therapy really works, she thought at that, absent-mindedly shrugging. And what she was wearing certainly made it look like she did need to go shopping. It was just a simple grey shirt-dress and leggings with ballet flats. Nothing really fancy like they had in this store. Jemima had never been to Wet Seal before, and instantly regretted that fact when she walked in. All of their clothes. Were. CUTE.

And on sale!

She already had a stack of clothes and accessories she liked and was planning on buying. Jemima liked something about them, though she wasn't consciously thinking of what. Sub-consciously, it was the fact that 99% of the stuff she had in her hand had something to do with love, either it said it or symbolized it. Like the heart pendant and all the stuff that said 'love me'. Any analytic mind would guess that she was in love.

Though Jemima was a psychology major and would probably assume this if she saw someone else with all these items that they were totally smitten with somebody, she was totally oblivious to this fact at all. She had not yet admitted to herself that she was in love with her rescuer, Jamie (who had dated Cleo).

Of course that was part of it. She wasn't exactly sure if Cleo would get upset, and there was no way Jemima would ever be able to word the question.

"What about this?" she held up a half-shirt or whatever the kids called them these days with the word "LOVE" across the front to show Cleo and Sadie. "I'd put a tank-top or something under it, of course."

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WORDS! pffft, not counting right now.
OUTFIT! obvz needs to go shopping
STATUS! DONE FINALLY.
NOTES! sorry for it's awfulness. :/
TAGS! pinocchiettes! (cleo&sadie)
INSPIRATION! playlist
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
LYRICS! monster -- paramore
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[CLEO EVERETT]

It wasn’t often that Cleo didn’t go clothes shopping. When she wasn’t at school, or at Gingey’s, or out swimming, she was clothes shopping. She was shopping in general, really. While she’d gotten better at not mooching off of her mother, she’d begun to resort to doing so again. College was expensive, especially when you had three roommates who went through their food supplies in no time. Cleo often felt obliged to keep the cupboards stocked, at least with her favorite foods. She’d also resorted to marking things that were for her only with her name in big letters. Otherwise, all of the snacks she bought for herself were gone in no time. The name thing still didn’t work very well, though. She was learning a bit too late.

Clothes shopping! She loved it. Cleo especially loved clothes shopping with friends. Especially when one of them didn’t clothes shop because she thought there was no reason to buy clothes when she already had clothes to wear. That was hardly the point! Shopping for clothes was a blast. You got to try on new shirts and skinny jeans and accessories. You got to look cute in front of the mirror. You got the opinions of your best girl friends. Yes, friends. Sadie was here too! Sadie was back in New York and what better way to welcome a friend back than clothes shopping? There was no better way! Cleo was happy to be at the mall, perusing Wet Seal for new clothes with two of her closest gal pals. (Gal pals… who even said that anymore?)

She looked to Jemma as the girl asked for their opinion. Cleo laughed, “no, darling, don’t worry about the tank top!” She was teasing, of course; Cleo would be none too pleased if Jemma went out so scantily clad. Cleo had in fact noticed the majority of Jemma’s selections to be decorated in hearts and the word ‘love.’ She wondered who the boy was but left that for a later conversation. Over Cleo’s arm were lots of v-necks and graphic tees along with two pairs of jeans and a dress. The weight of it had long since made her arm ache but she would be strong until they decided to hit the dressing rooms. “I like anything you pick out, Jemma.” Cleo said, giving the girl a reassuring smile, before looking to Sadie with the same grin. “I do however want to see everything tried on before being bought.”