“So which one do you like?” she walks around each one, barely touching them and I wonder if they sell race car beds. Those things are fucking cool man.

“Can I get this one?” She points to this bed and I can hear there whispers getting louder and louder.

“Sure…so Shane you get this done and I’m going to take her to pick out a dresser and desk.” she kisses my cheek quick like it’s a habit, and I want to taste her lips.

Watching them walk away, she walks closer to Carmen just a step or so closer. I love how they both just walk, nervously looking at there shoes or playing with there hands. I can feel a hand on my shoulder, and I hate this shit…why can’t they just leave us alone?

“excuse me are you Shane McCutcheon?” a year ago I would’ve been fucking high and most likely getting my ass kicked from this store with this girl.

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She walks looking at everything she glances up once and a while, looking at me like she wants to ask me a question. Opening the top drawer of this red oak dresser, it smells weird…where the fuck is Shane?

“Carmen?” her voice low, childish and it sounds so strange coming from her.

“Yeah…” she plays with the top drawers of a desk, looking into each one.

“Uh…” she stops her hand lingering still on the dresser. “…I like this one.”

This thought that maybe she was going to say something else, that maybe she would say more. Fuck where is Shane?

“Hey you guys…sorry but I got attacked by some girls.” she walks over her arm on the dresser this smirk on her face…guess I owe her. “So you pick something out?”

She smiles faintly and shrugs her shoulders; they look at each other this look of understanding passing between them. Like what ever she was trying to say to me Shane some how understood, that they didn’t need to talk.

“Can I help you?” this high pitched squeaking voice coming from behind me.

“Yeah can we get this and that thing over there added to the bed.” he nods his head, smiling way too wide and almost falls when he turns.