I hate shopping (private)

Andree hoped that Gracie was joking about what she had planned for today. Last night, Gracie had told her that the two of them were going to go shopping today. God, she better be joking about this. I hate shopping. She thought to herself as she lay there in bed. It had only been a few nights ago that Nathaniel had come over but the bed felt a bit empty now. That had been a nice night, though, she could do without Gracie's teasing. But, she could deal with it. She'd just have to find something to tease Gracie about in return later. Her stomach grumbled from beneath the covers, informing her that she needed to get her butt out of bed and find something to eat.

Slowly, she rolled her way out from beneath the black covers. They were black so that they would absorb more heat and keep her warmer during the winter. It hadn't been such a nice sleep though, she had somehow ended up in an awkward position and she now was stuck with a cramp in her neck. A groan passed through her lips as her bare feet found their way onto the cold hardwood floor. I wonder if Gracie's up. I'll have to make sure not to bring up the shopping thing. She thought as she made her way to the kitchen. Her eyes spotted Gracie cooking though her nose smelled it a while ago. "Good morning." She said as she made her way over to the cabinet and pulled a chocolate chip muffin out of a plastic container. "What're you cooking? It smells good." She asked her, taking a nibble at the top of her muffin. She'd eat whatever Gracie was cooking after, she just needed something to tide her over until then. Her mind continued to think about the possible shopping trip that Gracie may take her on. As much as she didn't want to admit it, there was a small part of her that knew that she would enjoy it at least a little.

"What's got you in such a good mood this morning?" Andree asked, grumpily as she continued to take little nibbles of her chocolate chip muffin. Seeing the plate of food that Gracie was bringing over to her, she thought to herself. Well, now I see why you're so happy this morning. Food, what would we do without you? Well, die because we don't have the required nutrition to function but besides that... A small smile creeped across her face as she noticed how Gracie had arranged the food. Now, isn't that cute?

Though, this smile faded as Gracie brought up shopping. "And here I was hoping you would forget about that. Why do we have to go? What's wrong with my clothes I have now?" She asked, groaning and looking down at her blue, plaid, button up pajama shirt and the baggy pants that rested around her legs. Though she had conflicting feelings on the matter, she wasn't going to let Gracie think she would go willingly. Though, there was no way around it, she was going. If not for that small part of her that knew she would enjoy it, for the rest of her that knew it was going to make Gracie happy.

As she sat at the table, she ate the food that Gracie had cooked for her. It was much better than her old set up for food. Most of it wasn't home cooked, and, if it was it was burned and disgusting. "Thanks for the food, Gracie." She said to her as she finished the delicious food. "It was great." She added with a smile.

Andree raised an eyebrow as her only response to the look Gracie was giving her. Without any words, her expression was asking Gracie "What?" Of course, there were no words coming from Andree's mouth but the message would get across to Gracie. She knew that, in Gracie's eyes, she had done something wrong from the moment she heard Gracie's southern drawl ring out to her. At what she said, Andree looked down in confusion before glancing up at the tea towels. There was a small part of her that nagged She's right, you know. But she told this part to shut up and ignored it for now.

Grumbling a bit to herself, she listened to what Gracie had to say next. "So? What does having a boyfriend have to do with underwear shopping?" She asked, honestly not putting the pieces together. Though she had an intellect far beyond the average human mind, she was a bit of a dunce when it came to this sort of topic. Her eyes opened wider at the next comment. "You've been throwing away my clothes?!?" She exclaimed, honestly a bit annoyed. "What's wrong with what I had? Jeans? T shirts? Tank tops? I thought you may like the last one, to be honest. Was it the plaid shirts? Or, better yet, the real question is: why were you throwing out my clothes?" She asked, still annoyed at Gracie. It wouldn't last long though, Gracie was the closest friend she had. "What's wrong with him walking in on me in these? What would you suggest?" She asked in return, a bit worried about how Gracie might respond.

"Fine, I'll be right back." She said, dashing off at beyond human speeds to get changed. She made sure to wear the baggiest T shirt she had, just to annoy Gracie and her attempts to buy her clothes that were more feminine and sometimes more form fitting. She shuddered at the thought of wearing clothes that showed off skin as she slipped into her tight jeans. She didn't like having to show off more than necessary, preferring to blend in. Though, considering that her jeans were form fitting, she was being a bit hypocritical.

At a normal walking pace, she walked back over to Gracie in the kitchen.

(Join as Chelle?)

(Fine by me ^_^)

Andree's tongue flipped out of her mouth for a brief second as she pretended to take pride in the clothes she was wearing. To be honest, she wasn't particularly found of them all that much. She had just done it to bother Gracie. She had assumed that Gracie would protest and make her get changed and she'd pretend to do it unwillingly. With a small huff of annoyance, Andree said to Gracie. "I'll be back in a sec." At super human speeds, she darted off to her bedroom and found herself what she usually wore. She slid out of her clothes that she had worn to bother Gracie and got in a pair of blue jeans that hugged her legs, a white tank top and a red plaid button up shirt that she left unbuttoned. Once finished getting changed, she darted back out to Gracie.

"Alright, let's go." Andree said, running her eyes over Gracie. "And you feel the need to let your stomach hand out why?" She asked. The high heels, she didn't really like to wear but could understand if others did. The shirt she would understand if they were around Sachin. But they weren't, it was just the two of them. "I'd get it if Sachin was tagging along but it's just you and me." She told Gracie as the two walked out the door.

Fine with me Chelle ~

"A girl can't choose to look nice?" she scolded with a pout. Gracie did like to dress up on the odd occasion - in fact she often did without realizing it. It was only the fact for the past week she had been recovering from a series of unfortunate events that she hadn't bothered - until the meal with Nate and his sister the other night. Gracie had woken up a bit since then and had made it her personal mission to clean the house and begin the look for somewhere new to live. The place was getting crowded fast and she was tired of having to put a sock on the door when she wanted alone time. It was to cramped and to... urgh! Gracie had her sights high but that didn't matter to her, she had money. In fact she had quite a bit stashed away. Gracie didn't spend like a mad woman and the money Sachin had given her ages ago because of the comics based off her had simply gone in the bank and nested there for months and months. Gracie was sitting on quite a bit of cash right now though she kept it quite. Her job just meant money added to it and the odd gadgets she made for different people were added bonus'. Lately Gracie had an aim and a mission - she was setting up a place people could seek refuge like them. She had met numerous others who were lost and needed a dysfunctional team. Of course she hadn't said a word of this to the others, she wanted all the facts first.

"I'm glad you got out of that top though," she grinned and led Andree out of the flat and down the stairs to the sleek Lotus she had 'borrowed' from L.A. Nobody had reported is missing and Gracie had it wiped from the system as soon as she got back. According to the police and the network no such car existed anymore. She slid into the leather seats and then eased away from the parking space once Andree was in, heading for town. Once there she parked in the high street car park and got out, locking the car, and linking arms with Andree.

"First we'll start with your base layer. Underwear is key when you have a boyfriend," she grinned. "They like to tear things off a lot so you need a lot," she explained in a rather happy tone, steering Andree towards Victoria Secrets.

As am I, it wasn't all that flattering, even for me. Andree thought to herself, silently, in order to make sure Gracie didn't hear her thoughts on the subject. Though she didn't like to show off very much skin, she didn't like to make herself look like a slob either. Andree kept her pace behind Gracie, black and white sneakers making small sounds against the carpet, similar to the sound of chalkboard erasers being clapped together, just without all the dust. Sliding into the car beside Gracie, she thought about how it had been acquired. Gracie had picked it up in LA, after their little skirmish with Lucy Brillows. Her train of thought, regarding the car, was sidetracked by her thoughts of tracking down Lucy. She was going to make the woman pay dearly. The plan wasn't very thought out beyond "catch her" but she would deal with the details at a later date, once she figured out how to find her. But for now, that wasn't important. For now, she had a worse task to complete: shopping.

This train of thought was also interrupted once they pulled into the parking lot outside a Victoria's Secret store. This is a joke, right? She asked, hoping it was a cruel prank of Gracie's. Her eyebrow raised in a confused manner when Gracie told her that boyfriends like to tear things off a lot. It wasn't that she didn't get what she meant, more so that she didn't understand why they just couldn't take it off normally. Andree sighed as the two walked through the sliding glass doors and into the store. Her shoulders rolled back so she could stretch her neck a bit. She hadn't slept well last night and now had this weird cramp in her neck.

Though still annoyed by the shopping trip, Andree relaxed a little bit when Gracie locked arms with her. It was a little more comforting to know that Gracie was there. Though, it didn't remove all the self conciousness she felt as they walked into the store. When she had met Gracie in the New York Assault, she hadn't expected her to be so girly. Well, she also didn't expect to move in with her but that was also thrown out the window.

"What's wrong with the underwear I have right now?" She asked when Gracie had told her that she'd feel better when she got more underwear. A sigh passed through her lips as Gracie told her the story. What Gracie had seemed to forget was that Andree had been in the room. "You do realize I was in the room, right?" She could picture it like it was just the other day, which, I suppose it wasn't too long ago. The look on Sachin's face had been quite hilarious. Looking down at her body, she muttered just loud enough for Gracie to hear "I'm not an apple."

Andree was taken by surprise when Chelle came over to them. "Oh, hey." She said self consciously as she rocked back and forth on her heels. It was not that she didn't like Chelle, it was just that more people made it feel more awkward for her. But, it was likely this feeling would pass shortly. "What are you doing?" She asked as Gracie shoved her. Though, her question needed no reply as she saw the employee before her. Knowing that there was no way out of this, she followed the clerk to wherever it was she was leading her.