With Ashley's driving, the time that it would normally take to get to Waldorf Mall was cut in half. She screeched into the parking lot and Nisa thanked God she was still alive. They walked inside and looked around. Ashley got excited when they could finally go to Wet Seal and look at the flowy silky shirts with flowers; something she knew a thing or two about. Nisa shook her head.
"No, no, no! We have to get out of this place. Come!" she screamed dragging Ashley out. They laughed hysterically all the way to Pacific Sunwear. When inside, Nisa picked up a pair of black Dickies. "Now we're talking," she said, throwing them at Ashley. She had to admit, they did look comfy. She put them back and found her size, then ran into the dressing room and threw them on. She opened the door and Nisa smirked. "Ya look good, turn around," she said. "Look at that ass! Paul's gonna love this…" she slipped out. Ashley turned around with widened eyes.
"What did you just say?!" she squealed, laughing.
"Oh come on. I'm Paul's fucking best friend, I know when he likes a girl," she replied, looking at a shelf of socks. Ashley blushed. Nisa looked up just in time to see it. "You like him too, don't you?" Ashley rolled her eyes and shut the door. Nisa giggled.
"Aren't you gonna try some stuff on?" Ashley asked as she walked out of the dressing room with the Dickies.
"Nah, I don't have any money." Ashley looked at her like she was crazy for the second time that day.
"Nisa, money is not an issue. It's all on me. You're helping me, I owe you." Nisa felt uncomfortable, but Ashley forced her to get at least one pair of pants. Ashley ended up getting five, one in each color. She paid for everything, and then they walked out.
"So, now for tops," Nisa said, searching the mall for something tight and leather. She came to a screeching halt in front on Frederick's of Hollywood.
"Oh Jesus Nisa! I got my Halloween costume here!" Ashley said as Nisa dragged her inside.
"Look at this," she said, picking up a skin tight black muscle tank with a slit across the boobs.
"Oh, Nisa…" Ashley groaned. She smiled deviously and threw her into a dressing room.
"Put it on with the Dickies," she demanded. Ashley emerged from the dressing room, and Nisa smiled all over herself.
"Nis, I can't breathe in this thing!" Ashley choked out.
"It's those gigantic tits of yours; they take up all the room! Don't worry, it'll stretch a little," she said, checking her out.
"But…"
"I don't care, you're getting it!" Nisa interrupted. She couldn't take no for an answer, and she ended up buying it. Ashley exited the store as fast as she could before Nisa found something else for her to wear.
"So…what now?" she asked, swinging the bags back and forth.
"Well…you're sure about this whole punk thing right?" she asked uneasily. She nodded.
"We're going to get you a little hair cut," Nisa said. They left the mall and drove to Glow Salon and Day Spa. They were greeted at the door and taken directly to the sinks to get Ashley's hair washed. She leaned back in the chair and looked up. She was face to face with Joel.
"Joel?" she asked, laughing.
"Oh, hey! I think it's safe to assume your not here to visit me, huh?" he asked. She laughed, and he pushed her forehead down so her long brown hair flowed into the sink. He turned the water on and began massaging shampoo into her head. "Is it me, or is this a little awkward?" he asked her, laughing.
"Feels nice to me," she replied, goose bumps running down her back and arms. He grinned. Silence filled the air, but Ashley didn't care. She enjoyed the massage and had to admit that she was a little disappointed when it was over, even if it was Joel. She reached into her wallet and handed him a twenty for a tip.
"Oh, you don't pay me, you pay that guy up there after you get the cut," he said, handing it back to her. She laughed.
"Joel, it's your tip?" she sarcastically, giving it back. His eyes widened.
"First of all, no one ever tips me. Second of all, if they did, it would never be any more than two bucks. And besides, it's on me, I think I'm allowed to shampoo my friends hair," he said laughing. "I've gotta go. I'll talk to you soon though!" He ran back to get some towels, and Ashley took a seat in the salon chair.
"Make her have punky hair," Nisa said to the stylist. Ashley cringed as she thought of walking out with a Mohawk. Or bald. The stylist went to work, and in and hour, she spun Ashley around to see the finished masterpiece.
"Oh…My…God…" Ashley said, nearly in a whisper. Her hair was long in the front, short and spiky in the back with bleach blonde highlights that Nisa had all intentions of dying purple later that night. But she didn't want Ashley to run, so she kept that as her own dirty little secret.