Hey Macklemore Wanna Go Thrift Shopping Novels & Stories

Mackenzie squeezes my face between her hands. "The world is going to destroy her," Amber says to Mackenzie and she nods in agreement "Well, I made 1,000 yesterday," Mackenzie pulls out a bunch of 100 dollar bills from her bra "Damn, stripping pays," Amber says as I straighten the money and count it properly "You made 1,100," I correct as I roll up the money sliding a rubber band off my wrist and around the money, and handing it back to Mackenzie "I did a private dance," Mackenzie says moving her hips in a circular motion as she smiles at us.

I shook my head, “Don’t go playing the ‘I’m rich and you’re poor’ card on me. A bet is a bet.” Drumming her nails on the table, Kimberly leaned back with a smirk. “Maybe you should hold onto your money, cousin.” Her eyes flicked down to my old band shirt. “Did you know there’s a thrift store just out of town? You can go and buy some more of those ratty clothes you like.” “I know all about the thrift store.” I replied coolly, “I dropped some of your clothes off there the other day. I might’ve donated that purple dress of yours, but I can’t remember.”

Wow with a cherry on top how could I possibly ever say no to that? "Now I want so badly to say yes and go shopping but the thing is I’m like dead broke right now, like you my friend have so much money it'd take you years to count and for me? It'd take 2 minutes mostly just because I can lose focus very very easily so if I did go it’d be you with a ton of shit that they probably think you robbed the store and me who’s just there, broke and penniless.”

Maverick asked while glancing at him. Shopping? He has never done that before. Not even when his parents have still treated him right. It was always them who chose what he should and should not wear. He was never given a chance to pick an outfit or anything for himself, and he has been wanting to do that. He wanted to experience doing some shopping, picking and buying things for himself, and he thought he would be given a chance to do that once he got older or if he tried to talk it out with his parents, but that never happened. Because even before he got older and had a talk with his parents about it, he had already manifested as an omega, killing even the tiniest chance of him doing what h

He offered, his eyes never leaving the paper bag. The girl straightened, squared her shoulders, looking like she got everything under control. "No, thanks for the offer, but I'll pass." His stare drifted to her shaded eyes, firm and severe. "I've got a photo or two of you leaving that thrift store." He proved it by slightly waving his phone with her picture on its screen and store's name above her head, clean and clear. "You tell me, which of these headlines would fit better: Queen B shops cheap? Nah, lame. Oh...listen to this: Cold Spring Iwear thrift store sold out after Queen B's raid. Tsk! Jay would know better. Agree?"

I said calmly, stretching out my hand to remove invisible dust from his shoulders, “cannot be seen wearing clothing like this.” He looked down at himself in confusion. “Sir…?” “We’re going shopping.” Thirty minutes later we were inside one of the most expensive designer stores in the city. Tyler looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him. “I really don’t think this is necessary,” he said quietly as a sales associate began bringing out suits. “It is in fact very necessary.” The woman assisting us smiled politely. “We have several new collections Mr. Mackenzie might like.” “Show them,” I said. Tyler disappeared into the fitting room with an armful of clothes.

Astor had told me that five million dollars would be in my bank account. The next stop was the shopping. All my life, I visited thrift shops or pampered myself with discounted clothes during Christmas, since going into one of these shops would cost me a kidney. I never really gave thought to my dressing, hair, or makeup, which was the very reason I owned little stuff.

Only, well I do. “Thanks. You look good yourself.” And he does, in his standard attire of black jeans that hug those damn long, toned legs and a another one of his v-tee’s this time it is Dior. He sure loves his labels does Liam. Me, I don’t mind them but I’d rather go thrift shopping with Lilly. We love getting bargains, rummaging through racks and racks of clothing and picking out some vintage clothes. It’s one of my favorite things aside from buying books to do. It’s part of my self-care programme.

Come on, come on, turn the radio on It's Friday night, and it won't be long Gotta do my hair, put my make-up on It's Friday night, and it won't be long --Sia Cheap Thrills Lindsey's POV Okay I know I shouldn't but I feel like a princess. I wasn't one for material things but I'm only human and putting on a dress that could have put me halfway through college...if I ever went to one made me feel a way that even words acouldn't describe. I also wasn't a fan of using Ethan's money but it was kind of hard to argue when you have little to no money to refute.

Were they coming? "Are you drinking?" Conner asked. "I've never actually been to a club before," I smiled in embarrassment. "You're a senior and never been clubbing?" His face was shocked, "You must be living under a rock!" I wouldn't say I was completely living under a rock as I knew all the lyrics to Thrift Shop by Macklemore, but my typical weekend did consist of binging on N*****x for an extended amount of hours and doing homework on the day it's set.