“As long as you’re having fun,” I say. “Hey, it’s getting late. I’m thinking of going to the mall later on. You wanna come along?”
“Which mall?” she asks.
“Monroeville,” I say. Kyle is weird in that she is an excellent driver, but a very poor navigator. Now, granted, I could have picked any mall in the city that I wanted to go to; I’m mostly trying to get out of the house instead of wasting another summer weekend in. Getting her out of the house is an beneficial social goal as well, though honestly she’s not my sister, and I shouldn’t have to prod her into doing it. It would be nice to not be alone, though. For both of us. So, my choice was clear– convince her to drive me to a mall she knows how to get to.
I did mention that I didn’t want to pay for the bus, right?
“That sounds pretty good,” she says, thoughtful. “I don’t need anything, though.”
“Since when do we need to need something to go shopping?” I ask, grinning. “Maybe we’ll find a couple of gorgeous guys to okay, I can’t say that with a straight face.”
“Figured as much,” Kyle says. “Still, now that you mention it, it does sound like it’d be more fun than this right now. Can you wait ’till I get to a save point?”