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Billie's delicate and pallid fingertips were turning into a pinkish tone due to the pressure being applied by all the bags, carrying absurdly expensive items.

She didn't mind it though. Being honest, it had no real effect on her. Even though her partner suspected that she was getting tired by the occasional sighs she'd emit.

"do you really need all of these things? your closet's already full of clothes, princess." Billie questioned as the last few items of another one of Nayah's extensive collection of clothes got scanned, about six heavy bags already being held by the taller girl.

"those are all clothes that you chose for me and i want to buy some things myself." Nayah responded to her, watching as her clothes passed by the noisy scanner.

"you hardly ever leave the house, i don't think you need thousands of clothes to stay at home."

"that doesn't change anything, Billie. You've done too many things for me already and i'm not about to go through this whole phase wearing your shirts. And you were the one who deliberately brought me here, don't get all grumpy now." She spoke, both being quiet enough to avoid attention from the few people around them, yet loud enough to hear each other.

"if you say so." Billie gave in with a sigh, quickly glancing down at the watch on her wrist after readjusting a few of the significantly heavy bags, before Nayah finally got the chance to pay.

"can you give me my card?"

"your card?" She was questioned back, being glanced at as if she was insane.

"yeah, it's in my purse. i told you that you wouldn't be paying for everything."

"hell no, i'm paying. I told you that i'm okay with it." Billie insisted with a head shake, sinking her hand into Nayah's purse only to check, being met with a black card that glistened under the lights of the store, "where did you even get this shit?"

"Finneas got it for me, i'm pretty sure my parents gave it to him."

"are you kidding me? they're gonna think i'm starving you or something!" She kept protesting, being fully against the idea of giving the girl the littlest amount of independence.

"Billie—"

"no, i'm out here trying to spoil you and you're pushing me away, do you know how hard is it for me to simply let others use my money like this?"

"you're acting like i'm not capable of washing my own ass, Billie." Nayah sighed, not wanting to get her to make a scene in the middle of the store, "trust me, i couldn't be more grateful for the amazing things you've done for me, but now i want to do things on my own. Give me the card, please."

"fine, but next time, i'm paying." Billie rolled her eyes, giving her the card and allowing Nayah to pay for her own clothes.

[...]

"they're here, do something!" The redhead blurted to the brunette before her, who was swimming in confusion.