IT'S NEARING THREE when Chelsea recieves a text from Inas asking if she wants to go to the mall. Before she can reply, Taylor snatches the phone from her hands.

"I could use some new clothes." She says.

For the entirety of her stay, Taylor had been borrowing Chelsea's clothes, making sure she knew how limited her style was.

Another thought occurrs to her: Inas meeting Taylor and suddenly Chelsea is put off from the idea of going out. "Give it back."

To her surprise she does. "She says she'll be here in fifteen."

So much for cancelling.

When Inas arrives in her beat up blue mini, (passed down from her brother), Taylor is buzzing from excitement. Her canvas bag is flung over her shoulder, washed now to reveal that it's a seaweed green colour.

"Try not to embarrass me." Chelsea says.

"Would I dare?"

"Yes. Yes, you would."

"You know I love you, Lessie."

"Don't call me that."

"Whatever you say, Lessie."

Annoyed, Chelsea takes the passenger seat in the mini, leaving Taylor to squeeze in the back. She makes the introductions stiffly, "Inas, this is my sister, Taylor. Taylor, this is Inas."

Inas is dressed in loose black pants and purple top. Her sneakers are black with purple laces and even her sunglasses have a purple tint to them as they rest on the crown of her black hijab. It's a simple outfit but she manages to make it look effortlessly stylish.

Taylor comments on her fashions and it's not long before the pair fall comfortably into conversation. It mildly irritates her how well they both get on in such a short period.

Chelsea's silent for the most part, only talking when either address her. When they arrive at the mall, Taylor shoots off into the first store dragging Inas along with her. Chelsea slows her pace and settles to doing the activity she loves most: people watching.

A man sits on the edge of a fountain and chucks pieces of bread at the pigeons. She passes a couple holding hands, the girl talking animatedly while the guy looks mildly bored. That's how Chelsea feels, not being the greatest fan of shopping.

By the time she actually gets to the store Taylor ran into, she motions Chelsea to follow them into the changing rooms, her arms full of a stack of clothes. Inas also has a couple of pieces with her and the girls take turns trying out clothes and modelling in front of Chelsea.

Her mood lifts as Taylor walks as if on a catwalk after trying on a pair of ridiculously high heeled shoes. She stumbles, Chelsea reaches out a hand to steady her.

"What do you think?" She asks, referring to the pale blue top with the sweetheart neckline.

"It's matches your eyes."

She grabs Chelsea's head, palms on either cheek and stares intensely in her eyes before letting go.

"I'm going to try the other one."

"Whatever you try will look good on you, Taylor."

"But where's the fun in that?" She taps Chelsea's nose once and disappears behind the curtain.

Inas comes out then in a floral number that flares out longer at the back. She does a little twirl for Chelsea and she compliments how adorable she looks. And the process goes on. They hit a couple more stores until Chelsea demands that they take a break to eat.

By the time they get to the food court, their hands are full of shopping bags. Taylor wears the denim jacket she bought and stuffs the old one into one of the bags. Then she excuses herself to go to one of the phone stores whilst the girls buy fries and milkshakes. Once they're sat down, Inas asks her about Lessie.

"It sounds like I'm the Loch Ness Monster's long lost sister." Chelsea deadpans.

"I think it's kind of cute." Inas raises a floppy fry to emphasise her point. "Did Taylor come up with it?"

"Unfortunately." Chelsea almost immediately knows what Inas is going to say next.

"Your sister's--"

"Crazy, annoying, overbearing?"

"I was going to say cool."

"Haven't heard that one yet." Chelsea mutters to herself.

"You care about her. Anyone can see that. But why won't you let yourself accept that you care?" Inas says and suddenly Chelsea's at a loss for words.

To her relief, she's saved. By none other than Taylor. She takes the spare chair, steals a couple of her fries and has a grin on her face that Chelsea is instantly suspicious of.

"Why are you so happy?"

"I'm allowed to smile, Lessie." Taylor scoffs, she notices a new pair of sunglasses sitting on the top her head, and pulls out a shopping bag. "I got you guys something."

Inas peers into the bag and almost chokes on her milkshake. "Oh my god."

"It's yours." Taylor says as Inas pulls out a jumpsuit that she'd been eyeing in one of the stores. Chelsea knows there are no tags but Inas doesn't notice.

"Wow, thank you."

"And Lessie." Taylor hands her a bag. Inside there's a silk wrap top that Chelsea had been fingering on the racks in one of the boutiques.

"Thanks." She says but her smile is forced. And in that moment Taylor knows that Chelsea knows. And she can't quite meet her eyes.