Chapter 132

I almost wish I had never asked that question, because the moment I do, Oakley's face forms something of a wide-eyed grin as she looks at me. I'm sure she's got about a million devious ideas already formed and ready to to be implemented.

"I, am going off to take my bath" Scott says, handing Oakley the half-finished bottle of Coke, and the empty wrapper of potato chips. I wonder exactly how he can eat so much but yet not even add up an ounce of weight, I also remember with embarrasment my owm case as that is exactly the sort of person I am, so I am in no position to be judging my brother for his eating habits.

"Shouldn't you go have your bath?" I ask Oakley, and she shakes her head.

"I'll tell you my plan first" she says. I sit down on the chair Scott sat on before with something of a groan, as I give her my full attention and listen to whatever crazy plan she has this time.

For a moment it almost occurs to me, to actually ask her how she's feeling. I'm sure she's still dealing with the pain of her break up, but yet her face seems to be lighted up so wonderfully, that I do not want to spoil this moment for her.

It's best she enjoys the happy moments she has instead of me always reminding her of something that would only cause her pain.

"You know that little boutique around the corner?" she asks. For a moment my face is scrunched up in confusion, until I remember exactly where "around the corner is".

Around the corner is where Eras's aunts fashion house is. Oakley actually has the guts to call such a magnificent place a boutique.

"It isn't a boutique" I say, and her face lights up in excitement. "So you've been there already?" she asks and I nod my head.

"I've been there, and so what?". I can already see where this is going. Back when we were younger, like twelve or thirteen, Oakley and I would take our time convincing our parents to take us shopping, this shopping holiday would usually involve a new fashion house, or a new clothing store that had just opened in the area, and so we would go there to have our first taste of exactly what they were offering.

Most of the time we ended up annoying all the attendants and frustrating those who took us there, but yet we had the best of times. We also had the best of times when we took Scott along.

It seems only now do I remember that my brother, even when he was twelve was still stunningly beautiful. He was the sort of handsome that would get other people jealous when they saw him with us, without them even knowing exactly what sort of relation we shared, but we were all tooo happy to use him, and make him pose as either person's boyfriend.

Our faithful boyfriend who carried our bags without hesitancy. Of course we only used him a day, thirty minutes for Oakley and thirty minutes for me. Such wonderful times we had.