John was enjoying his summer vacation, patrolling the mall with his buddies, and looking for fun things to do. Fun meant checking out the latest video game releases or checking out the hottest, female shoppers. Girls their age and up were all fair game in their, confident, horny eyes, though each had a type. John was into fiery redheads, while Devin was into your classic, blonde bimbo, and Nathan was into MILFs. Their game shopping done, the trio was taking one last tour around the open, common area of the building before heading home to try out their purchases. John currently had his eye on a girl cosplaying as Jessica Rabbit outside of a lingerie shop. She was trying to draw in customers for some kind of new product. He thought if he acted interested in her pitch, he might be able to convince her to go on a date with him. John turned confidently, making a beeline for the gorgeous redhead and straying from his friends who were equally distracted by a girl of their dreams. Unfortunately, none of them had noticed the girl whose path John had accidentally entered.
Candi was super excited. She had spent the whole day picking out super cute outfits and accessories to make her look totally hawt: tons of tiny pink pieces of fabric you could barely call tops and skirts; gold, dangly jewelry that would catch the eyes and ears of hunks she could hook up with; some vibrant makeup to replace the supply she daily applied to her face; tall, narrow heels to show off her toned body as she strutted through the mall with quick, bouncy steps. Her vapid my mind was so full of thoughts of outfits, she didn't notice a rather basic looking guy was marching into her walking space. She had her eyes obliviously closed, until the inevitable collision knocked her and John to their respective asses. "Ouch! That, like, really hurt!" She whined while shifting to a kneeling position, one she often found comfort in. She opened her blue, vacant eyes as she processed what happened to her. John had seen the split second before impact, but hadn't been able to stop. He at least had a quicker reaction time than the bimbo still collecting her thoughts. She nibbled a long, manicured nail before realizing all her things had spilled. "Ugh! That's totally lame!" She finally noticed who she had knocked into, an average guy looking down with an unimpressed smirk. "Can you, like, help me?" She requested, extending her limp wrist with a tiny hand for him to take. Each nail was adorned with gemstone patterns of hearts or kissing lips.
"Watch where you're going, Barbie." He spat his words at her. The clumsy girl had caused him to drop his video game purchases, fanning game cases among a sea of pink, glittery fabric. John ignored the dumbly waiting girl, instead scooping his own purchases into a shopping bag and continuing on his quest for the cosplayer. As he continued walking, his pile of games spilled again, really frustrating him. He placed the bag down, taking his time to organize an efficient pile of its contents. To his surprise, there was an extra item that he definitely hadn't bought. It was clear he had used one of the bimbo's bags instead of his own. Taking up space in the bag was...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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