"You are so not as 'ew' as I am.' He says in a lame way.

"Please, your stupidity won't let you be as much 'ew' as me." I say, closing the door behind me.

"Okay then what does my 'stupidity' do then?" He asks.

I give him a blank look. "It makes you more stupid then you are."

He scoffs. "You wish."

"I can't with what's already happened." I inform him.

He gets in the car, putting a hand to his chest. "That hit me right here." He pats his heart.

"Boo hoo," I say. "I came to hang with you not listen to you cry like the baby you are."

He starts the car, backing out of my driveway. "And I came to hang with you not have you insult me the whole time." He is fighting a smile.

"That's me." I say. "I insult you and tease you, if not I'm nobody."

"Are you saying your nobody without me?" He smiles, looking at me.

"Um, ew, no. I'm saying that if you want to hang with me- you gotta hang with all of me. As in my teasing and insulting self. If not, then you aren't really hanging with me."

He rolls his eyes. "You're lucky I can handle you."

"Can you?" I ask. "Can you really?"

***

"Why are we at the mall?" I ask as he parks, getting out of the car.

I follow him, trying to catch up with his long strides. "Butt hurt jerk?"

He stops, making me almost slam into him. "Hmm?" He asks, turning to look at me.

"Why are we at the mall?" I said to him.

He shrugs. "I gotta get some stuff, so can you if you want."

I wrinkle my nose. "Like shopping?"

"Yeah kind of." He says and starts to walk again.

"What do you have to get?" I ask.

"Something for my older brother." He said.

"You have a brother?" I ask.

We walk into the mall. "Yeah, but he is out of high school."

"Oh," I say. "Well what are you planning on getting him?"

"Is this ask twenty questions or something." He asks, walking in a shop.

"It can be."

He looks at the watches, sighing. "Fine you go first."

I put a finger on my chin, thinking. "Favorite color?"

"Why does everyone ask that?" He looks at me.

I smack his arm. "It isn't your turn yet, but hurt jerk."

"Whatever. My favorite color is. . . Blue I guess."

"Mkay." I nod my head. "Your turn." He looks back to the watches and chooses a black one.

"What is your favorite show?" He asks.

I think for a second. "Supernatural."

"Really?" He looks thoughtful.

"It's my turn." I scoff. "You suck at this game. Will you ever ask Kandi out?"

His neck gets pink. "I don't know." He clears his throat. "Do you like anybody?"

He puts the watch on the counter to ring up the black watch.

"What?" I ask, looking at him.

"You heard me." He says, looking down at me with a grin and the cashier watches him, then rings up the watch.

I cross my arms. "I only like two people."

"Who's that?" He asks.

"You're really bad at this game." I remark.

"Just tell me and I'll let you ask me something twice." He explains.

I sigh. "It's Sam and Dean from Supernatural, obviously."

The guy at the cashier forms a small smile on his lips.

"I'm serious." Butt hurt jerk says.

I give him a look. "So am I, butt hurt jerk."

After we pay the guy, we leave. "Now it's my turn!" I say, grinning.

"What made you like Kandi?" I ask first.

Butt hurt jerk gives me a look. "Don't wanna answer that."

"You have to." I stare at him. "I don't give up on getting you to tell me the answer."

He sighs, looking away. "I like how she's kind and so sweet. And she looks adorable, she's beautiful really."

"Aww!" I say. "Okay now how are you going to ask her out?"

"I don't know." He shrugs.

I roll my eyes. "You sure do need help." I give him a look. "Let's me give you a makeover and I'll help you with her."

"A makeover?" He laughs. "No way."

I frown. "Why not?"

"Because you'd make me look awful!" He says.

"Probably." I smile at the thought. "At least let's go get your hair a trim."

He runs his fingers through his hair. "What's wrong with my hair?"

"Never said anything was wrong with your hair, you just need a trim." I explain.

"But-" he starts.

I grab his hand. "Come on, butt hurt jerk!" I drag across the mall.

We walk in with me grasping his hand, so he won't go running off.

"Hello, how may I help you?" A girl asks us, standing at the counter.

"We were wondering if someone could give him a trim." I reply and tighten my grip on his hand, so he won't leave. His hand was huge, but warm. I'm suprised he isn't fighting as much as I thought he'd be.

The girl smiles. "Sure can do. Follow me." She walks further into the store. Butt hurt jerk tries to jerk out of my grasp, trying to walk away. I put a death grip on his hand, pulling him towards the direction of the girl.

"Just sit down here." The girl points towards a chair. I push him on the seat when the girl leaves.

"Be happy I didn't fight as much as I should've." He grumbles.

I roll my eyes. "It won't be bad. Just be quiet."  A guy walks up to him.

"Just want a trim, yeah?" He asks.

"Uh. .yeah." Butt hurt jerk says.

"Yeah? Okay, I'll start now and you'll be out of here in no time." The guy starts trimming his hair, only the dead ends of his hair.

Butt hurt jerk makes faces at me through the mirror and I do the same.

When the guy is done, his hair is still like it was- just a little bit shorter.  Butt hurt jerk pays and before I can react he grabs my hand.

"What are you doing?" I ask as he drags me out of the little hair shop.

I try to pull my hand out, but like me, he has a death grip on my hand.

"Butt hurt jerk?" I ask as he keeps a tight grasp on my hand.

"We're almost there, cupcake." He says, still my hand grasped by his own.

We go towards a make up place. What are we going to do there?

Oh no.

"No, jerk." I say, trying to pull my hand out of his. But he pulls me into the make up place.

"Welcome." A lady says to us, smiling.

"Hello," Butt hurt jerk says. "Do you guys do samples in make up for people?"

The girl smiles. "We do."

He smiles. "Could you do that to my cupcake here. She is shy and didn't want to ask herself." He pokes my cheek.

I am so going to get him  back.

"Sure," she says. "Have her come with me and you wait here. Just sit down there. We won't be long."

He let's go of my hand, pushing me towards the girl who is walking away for me to follow her. I glare at butt hurt jerk who innocently smiles.

She puts all kinds of stuff on my face- all over my face, which was foundation. She put think eyeliner on my with light eye shadow and mascara. She gives me some light pink lip gloss. And some light blush, I didn't need a lot my cheeks were already pink.

"Ready to see yourself?" She smiles at me.

I nod. She gets a mirror and shows my her work she did on my face.

I take a deep breath. She did it very well, my eyes seemed to pop out and my skin looked a little biy more clear. The eye shadow made me look a bit older, I didn't look too bad. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now are you ready to show your boyfriend?" She asks, getting up.

"He's not my-" I start but she walks away before I can say anything.

I catch up to her. Butt hurt jerk is staring off in space.

"Sir?" The lady asks. He looks up at her, not seeing me. "She is done."

The lady steps back, letting him see me. I look at the ground, slowly looking at him.

He looks at my shoes and trails upwards, when he looks at my face. I look away, not wanting to see his reaction. I'm way to uncomfortable with this face on.

"Do you guys want to buy any make up?" The lady asks.

I shake my head no the same time butt hurt jerk says, "Sure."

"What are you going to get make up yourself?" I hiss at him after she gives us a bag to put the make up in.

"No I figured you'd like to get some." He says simply. "I'll pay."

"Not really. But  I guess you aren't going to give me a choice." I say. "Why do you always pay?"

"Because you always forget to bring money." He says.

I grab some eye liner and put it in the bag in his hands.

"You don't look as bad as I thought you would." He says. Did he just compliment me?

"D-Did you just compliment me?" I say my thoughts.

"Don't push it." He warns. "Bit e you don't look too bad."

"I probably look fake." I mumble.

He looks at me. "You look good, not fake."

"What has happened to Butt hurt jerk and who has replaced him standing here?" I joke.

"I'm still the same me." He amswes.

"Well good! I know who it is now." I say, putting mascara in the bag.

"Do you really?" He asks.

***

"Are you hungry?" He asks me.

I look over at him, he is pointing towards the food court.

"Um not very hungry. I can get something little." I say and we head towards the food court.

After we order the food, we sit down. "Are you okay?" He asks me.

I smile at him. "Yeah. Just my face itches because I'm not used to wearing this stuff."

He nods. "Well I'm not used to my hair being this short."

"It's not too short." I say. "It's still long."

He shrugs his shoulders. I reach over the table and ruffle his hair. A smile breaks over his face, dimple popping out.

"It still looks good, jerk." I say and grin.

He rolls his eyes. "So now you're going to compliment me?"

I shrug. "Just returning the favor, jerk."