Hey Macklemore Wanna Go Thrift Shopping Novels & Stories

Amy:I’m abashed at your audacity to type the words” go somewhere”. McKenna:come on!!! We can go for a spa day,or shopping,or drinking. Racheal:kena just be like the rest of us and try to get rid of your dark circles and wash your hair. Amy:I actually do like the sound of shopping,I’m gonna give myself an infection if I keep repeatedly wearing the same tights to work. McKenna:eww girl! Racheal:yeah Amy eww,bitch get some new tights.!

I try to sound enthusiastic as I answer, I didn’t want to go but I know this was probably the last time I would be spending time with her alone so I planned to make the most of it. We walk in and out of one shop after the other, for hours and hours. Emma clearly had a blast as I stand back and watch her shop. It was different to shop when you had an unlimited budget, I spent most of my time in thrift stores, getting the best price possible. Lastly we go to Victoria secrets, i desperately needed a new bra, if i'm lucky I might grab one on sale. So I head straight to the rack as Emma is busy filling her basket full of raunchy underwear for Matt.

His dark mirth failed to cheer him. He heard her before he set eyes on her, the sweet sound of her voice making him shut his eyes. "Oooh, look at these pretty dresses. What do you think, Wyatt?" "I think they look like dresses," growled his former packmate, still as irritable as ever. "Look who's Mr. Grumpy-pants today." "I hate shopping." "I know, but I'm tired of wearing the same thing all the time, and I need new underwear. Oh, and a bra."

Macklemore hovered around him, almost some kind of hypnosis, except Andre felt himself inside his mind, he walked down the road. "Now, tell me all about it," Macklemore said. "I had just gotten home, I missed my girlfriend and wished to pay her a surprise visit. So, I bought some flowers, some cookies and I made a late order for pizza. On getting to the door, I was supposed to knock but since I had my own key, I let myself in. I pulled my jacket and hung it on the stand before calling out her name. I walked further to the room when I heard some moans coming from there.

"It's a small. Don't try to distract me with pretty clothes, Aspen. It won't work." It was decided I needed some retail therapy so we're back in the same thrift store Marissa and I shopped in last Thursday. It wasn't so many days ago, but the me of now and then feel years apart. Thursday was full of opportunity. Thursday was excitement. Three days later and Sunday is full of dread. I don't want to be here listening to Marissa and Amanda tell me how I have no reason to be upset, but it's better than going home and dealing with whatever is waiting for me there. Today is all about the path of least resistance.

I regretted it last night to have it down while I was cleaning, but after a bath and a good night's sleep I feel reborn. “Uh, you look nice! Love the color of that shirt.” I smile, looking down at myself. “Thank you! I actually bought it at a thrift shop a while back.” Lauren’s mouth drops open. I raise an eyebrow. “What?” “You shopped at a thrift shop?” “Yeah, all the time. It’s a good way to save money, and get fancy things like this cheap.” She shakes her head. She has probably never been to such a place. Her attire screams designer - even her nails are done professionally. I open the fridge to get some food for myself, and am about to offer Lauren some as well, when she gets to her feet.

As a fashion designer, nothing excites her more than clothes and shopping. Mia is a little hesitant. Sure, she needs new clothes to dress properly as the assistant of the Pinnacle conglomerate President. But she doesn’t want to squander money away on clothes when everything is not certain. She may be fired on her first day at work or a few days later. On her list of necessities, clothes always come last. Knowing exactly what is going on in Mia’s mind, Sophia nudges her. “I know a great thrift shop. They sell designer clothes at an outrageously low price. They should get sued for that. And I can even get an additional discount.” Sophia winks.

“Thаt I саn dо. I’m hitting the ѕhорѕ tomorrow. If уоu fаnсу tagging аlоng, I саn get a fееl for the things you lіkе, but if уоu wаnt tо be more аdvеnturоuѕ аnd truѕt me that I wіll рuѕh уоu іntо trуіng trends that уоu’vе mауbе іgnоrеd bеfоrе.” “Seriously, I’m bоrеd. I nееd a rеvаmр, but don’t tеll Mike, hе wіll gо аре ѕhіt аt thе thоught of mе ѕреndіng. Hаvіng a home tоgеthеr, mоѕt оf thе money goes tо рау the bіllѕ, but hе ѕtіll gоеѕ tо fоо tbаll matches аnd nіghtѕ out ѕо I’m buуіng ѕоmе clothes.” “It’ѕ оnlу right. It’s gоіng tо bе a fun dау, уоu fаnсу соmіng, Iz?” Elіjаh аѕkеd, grіnnіng.

It was because of her that I sat with my legs tucked one behind the other, my crimson dress spread out on my lap. “Nothing you’re interested in,” I waved my hand dismissively. “Do you think your men will be through looting my apartment by the time we return? They better not forget my Doc Martens.” A sigh coasted past my lips, one reminiscent of better times where I wasn’t attached to a six-foot-four asshole. “Best thrift store find ever.” “You would not have had to shop at a thrift store had you not run away from your pack.” “Yeah, whatever.” I rolled my eyes, “You don’t even know why I ran away.”

"You know what, I'm not in the mood to talk, just send the hundred to my personal account. Okay? Let me not be angrier than I am with you." I sink to the floor and watch him leave the room in his cargo pants and black tee shirt that has 'Wicked' emblazoned across the back. It is what he is, wicked. Abdul is surely showing the real him. Song for the chapter- Best thing I never had (Beyonce)