| "Okay, how about this one?" Catelyn grabbed a leapord print dress of the clothing rack, and held it in front of her in the mirror. "Looks good." Brian told her. "Just like the last seven." Catelyn laughed, and grabbed a few more. "Okay, I'm going to go try these on now." "Wait, we're not done yet? You still have to try things on?" Brian looked shocked. "You didn't have to wait. You could have gone with everyone else." Catelyn reminded him. Brian sighed. "And do what? Watch Michelle and Allie try on clothes instead?" He shook his head. "Damned if you do, damned if you don't." Catelyn nodded. "I feel your pain. A rock and a hard place." But she grinned, and disappeared into the dressing room anyway. "Anyway, you shouldn't complain. You didn't have to come at all." She said through the dressing room door. "What, stay at the hotel and pass up a chance to spend time with you? Never." Catelyn blushed, and pulled a blue dress over her head. "Shut up." "Wow, you take compliments really well." Brian said sarcastically. "Shut up." She said again. "Good comeback." "Okay, enough Cate-bashing for the day." She said, emerging from the changing room. "What do you think? And remember, you're not supposed to be honest, you're supposed to be nice." Brian laughed. "Then what's the point of even asking my oppinion?" Catelyn shrugged. "To boost my ego." "Okay, then. You look stunning. Absolutly amazing." He told her. She smiled. "Thanks." She said sweetly, then walked back into the dressing room. Eleven dresses later (nine that she liked, two that she didn't) Catelyn left the dressing room in her own clothes, and headed towards the chashier. "Finally." Brian sighed. "We've been here forever." "Oh, poor baby." Catelyn teased. "Can we get something to eat now? I'm hungry." Catelyn thought for a mintue. "Yeah, sure. I guess I've got enough clothes for today. And I think Allie has some shoes that might go with my new camoflauge dress, so I can wear that to TRL today." "It's kind of cool that they're putting us both on the same show." Brian commented, grabbing one of Catelyn's bags for her as they left the store. "We never get to do interveiws together." "I wonder what kind of stuff they're planning on asking us, that they couldn't have schedualed us on different days. Probably a bunch of crap about how we like touring together, and how you guys feel about us being in the number one spot this week. . ." she grinned at him. Brian rolled his eyes. "Be quiet." "Oh, good come back." "Hey! It's not nice to use someone's own insults against them." Brian told her. She shrugged, and an evil grin came over his face. But Catelyn didn't notice it until it was too late, and he'd already started tickling her. "Oh, stop! Stop!" Her laugh was high pitched and melodious, sort of like a song. Brian had always liked how she laughed. "Please, Brian! Stop!" He pulled his hands away from her stomach, and she bent over, her hands on her knees, breathing hard. "I hate you." She panted. Brian gathered up the bags she'd dropped on the sidewalk. "Sorry, sorry. Here, hop on." He stooped down. "I'll carry you to the resturaunt." Catelyn eyed him suspictiously. Brian smiled genuinly. "Honestly. No tricks." Catelyn looked around, making sure that no one was holding a camera, waiting to snap a picture and send it into national enquirer. She didn't want some bogus relationship between her and Brian posted in every magazine all over the world. "Okay, fine." She said, and hopped on his back. He groaned. "Don't even say it." Catelyn warned quickly. "No one likes to be told they're heavy." She giggled again. "But even if I am, then good. You deserve it." Another groan from Brian. "Hi ho silver!" She called, and then forced Brian to litterally gallop to the resturaunt. |
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