The sub beats down my already sweaty neck as I'm being dragged (literally) to the local shopping centre . My whole body aches at the amount of ridiculous and overly priced clothes I've tried on , something I never ever do or even look at when passing by. A frustrated sigh passes Nialls lips as I stubbornly cross my arms over my chest refusing to try on anything else.

"Look you aren't just going to a normal day out at the beach where no one cares. This is a famous goddess who is surrounded by models I would go gay for , so you are going to spend the money that I know you would buy the cadburys chocolate box on okay ?" He demands and I don't know whether to be scared that the fluffy bunny has turned into a strict young farther or that he knows what i spend my savings on chocolate.

"How the hell did you know what I spent my money on?" I go with the second option. His neat yet bushy eyebrow goes up like an escalator and runs his judgmental eyes on my figure as if to answer. When getting nothing but a confused get blank expression form me he gives me what seems like a sad yet mocking smile .
"A minute on the lips a lifetime on the hips." Is all he says before going over to the men's department .

Offended I turn to the mirror and take a long look. I've never been a fan of my childlike yet to grown up for my own good looks, but it surely can't be that bad that my usually clueless friend can identify my food intakes, can it ?

"Right since your not going with what I want ,as per usual , your going to try these on okay? And if you don't like them I give up ." He states shoving me into the changing room causing me to nearly go head first through the wall leaving me hearing his loud obnoxious laughter .

Slowly turning around to face the mirror I close my eyes and prepare myself to see a man with hair to long , hips to big , and to many chins.

Starting form the bottom the black jeans hug my legs , making my thighs look less big , if I do say so myself. The white button up leaves you with just enough imagination to imagine something that isn't there. Slightly nodding to myself I give my self one last luck and a sorrowful look at my wallet and we're off , leaving without me buying and chocolate , luckily I've got some in the cupboard at home.

Arriving home at approximately 34 minutes later full of my phone calls nearly sobbing down the phone about spending £30 on clothes and a very excited sister screaming about 'what a lucky sod I am ' for this dream like experience , I plonk down on the old leather sofa , and as if today wasn't enough I still have to pack . 

Roll on tomorrow
Hopefully there's alcohol on this private jet ...