Becca smirked while driving. It was fun to see the anger in her step-sisters eyes. Oh, she knew. She knew Tamia hated Madeline and Ben. That's why she invited them to the store. Ben and Madeline were good people, just annoying sometimes.

Madeline sat in back with Ben, both chatting up Tamia who sat next to Becca. The two were just trying to get to know the 'mysterious step-sibling that suddenly one day showed up.' But, Tamia just thought they were plain annoying, yet she still answered their questions shortly.

Becca stops the car, "we're here. Remember the rules."

"No buying stuff that's more we can afford," Ben recited.

"No taking things from strangers," Madeline mocked.

"And never ever stray away from the group," they Both said in unison.

"You really still this into their brains, don't you?" Tamia asks, grabbing her water bottle.

"Yeah, well, all things have happened time after time... so..." Becca grabs her bag with a smile. "Do you remember what we're here for?"

"Notebooks!" Ben chirps.

"Apple Juice!" Madeline smiles.

"My will to live," Tamia answers monotonously.

"Don't joke," Becca sighs. "We also need new pencils." They all nod to each other and step out of the car.

It was starting to get colder outside with Autumn just starting up. Becca was wearing burgundy overalls with a cream sweater beneath it. She even broke out her good black Birkenstocks. Madeline was wearing long jeans with holes in them, a shirt that said 'Party in the 1980's,' And a jean jacket with combat boots as shoes. Ben was wearing plaid pants with just a plain black shirt. He was borrowing his sister's grey chucks for the 'aesthetic.' As for her sister, Tamia was wearing light colored jeans with a shortsleeved blue shirt. She was also wearing her combat boots and had her hair pulled up.

They all looked like they didn't belong together. And, well... they didn't.

The group entered Target with Ben, Madeline, and Becca laughing about an inside joke at the high school while Tamia glared ahead. It was hard being the younger sibling.

"Don't worry, Thommy!" Madeline smiled. "You'll be in high school soon enough!"

"Great," she spits out, "more time with you losers."

"Awwww," Ben chuckles a little, "you love us. Admit it, mysterious step-sister."

Tamia sighs, "It's not that hard to understand-"

"OH MY GOSH, GUYS LOOK!" Madeline jumps up and pushes everyone behind a rack of clothes. "That's him! That's him!!" They all pop their head over the rack to see who she was fussing about. A boy, a little older than Ben (the oldest), was pursuing around.

"It's Liam....?" Ben tilts his head a little. "Why are we hiding from Liam? We should be going to say hi."

"Oh, no," Becca wags her finger at Ben. "Madeline would not be able to function. She obviously likes him, dingus."

"Ooooh...." Ben nods. "I get it now."

"Go talk to him," Tamia mumbles out.

"No, no!" Madeline shouts.

"You can't just do that," Ben says.

"It's not how Madeline's relationships ever go," Becca whispers to Tamia with a smirk.

"Well, my horoscope told me to expect the unexpected and move on..." Madeline straightens up a little and walks away from the hangers. "So! Let's move on."

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After picking up the few things they needed (and more), they wound up in the toy section. A wonderful place filled with things like toy guns and old dolls that bring you back to when you were.... young.... innocent.... not in highschool. Madeline quickly grabs down a Strawberry Shortcake doll.

"Hey! I had one of these when I was younger!" She smiles happily while looking down at it.

"Oh, didn't we all," Becca waves her hand.

"I was more of a Lemon Meringue guy," Ben smiles, grabbing down a Nerf gun. "They've really changed these up. I remember when we used to just throw these around at each other instead of actually shooting them." He aims it at Becca and pulls the trigger (causing nothing to happen). "Pew, pew."

Becca laughs, "you're all idiots."

"Indeed...." Tamia crosses her arms. "Indeed they are... and so are you."

She fake scoffs, "how dare you-"

"Let's just keep shopping," Tamia sighs, "please."

"Fine." Becca sticks her tongue out. "You're no fun."