Bette pretended not to notice Tina’s obvious "check-out." "Thanks."

"So why do you ride the bus if you can drive?"

"Gas money ," Bette said. Her car, a blue Saab, never left the garage for a long time. "But we could go right now if you want." She was willing to pay a lot if it meant hanging out with Tina.

"I call shotgun," Tina said. She opened her packed closet and put on her Northface fleece.

"As if you had a choice."

The mall was a woman’s best friend. It provided an assortment of stores which gave a woman many places to choose from to splurge herself and spend monstrous amounts of money. Also, the walking burned calories. Who said shopping was not a sport? It also was a decent place for friends to hang out and try on many clothes for free.

Tina and Bette were in a dress shop. Bette didn’t want to be there. She wasn’t much of a dress person. But Tina wanted to shop early for her Homecoming dress. The dreaded dance was in a month and because schools all over hosted theirs almost at the same time, all the good dresses would be gone. Tina was looking for something trendy but classic.

As Tina looked around, Bette stared at the models in the pictures on the walls. She saw that behind each girl was always a guy, holding her close. They both had smiles and looked like they were enjoying each other. She sighed knowing that in America the perfect couple was always a male and a female.

Bette groaned. She wasn’t looking for something to wear at the dance since she wasn’t planning on attending. Tina forced her to be in the changing room with her as she tried on dresses, seven to be exact. She was glad that the store wasn’t that crowded so they wouldn’t be rushed out of the dressing room.

Tina started to remove her shirt revealing a very sexy black bra. The bra was strapless and was threatening to fall off. Bette gulped and felt her heart beat a little bit faster. She unconsciously licked her lips. She wondered how it would feel like to massage Tina at this moment. She looked so soft and fragile like those naked women in those body lotion commercials. It was begging for Bette’s touch.