Promise me

shopping rage

*mal’s pov*

“Mal, I’ll have to leave soon to the studio. I’m gonna record the new choreography to my students.”

On the swivel of Mia’s heel, she walked upstairs to her room and I followed suit. Once we walked past her door, it was a simple room with minimal personal items, a single bed with walls painted in mild cream with a tinge of yellow. Aside from that, a wardrobe to her left side of the bed with a nightstand, a simple desk and chair, and a plant beside her bed. My cells in my body are aching to just throw her into the shopping mall for a bloody rampant shopping rage but she whines like a child of having to walk around. I don’t mind carrying her if that’s the last thing I’ll do.

Heck, I remembered the last time I snuck my nose into her wardrobe and was really disappointed of her lack of spicy clothing. It really would have suited her style. She even commented on how my face was twisted in distraught and sickly upon seeing her clothes, and even laughed about it

“Mal, its like you’re the girl here! Stop giving me that look like I just go out everyday like some walking rag cloth”

“well sorry for being icon here honey, but you have to invest in your looks! Its going to waste if you don’t! I give you the best skincare when half of the members in the pack don’t even take care of their own. Us warewolves can’t always rely on our abilities to look youthful”

“Fine then, someday.”

And that someday has gone past for 2 years. Mia’s already 18, and yet she already has her own students all over the world through the oh so wondrous internet. For a mild young woman, she is already successful in terms of popularity and finance wise.

“Oh and, do you think that you can be part of the choreo? It’s a partner dance, I was wondering if you want to help me, one of the staff members can help with the recording.”

“sure darling, IF you let me choose your outfit for today. P l e a s e”

“my god mal.”

“Yes I’m your god. Now get in the damn car”

**

After heaving the mountain of shopping bags from many retail stores against Mia’s will out of my own pocket as her birthday treat, we finally made our way to the studio. After listening to the music to get the feel of it before picking out her outfit, Which, I am damned proud of: Ripped grey faded high waist cuffed jeans, with an empty back black sleeveless halter crop top, and a silver moon crescent ring and simple bar silver earrings, and black heeled boots.

And now we proceed.

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*mia’s pov*

Oh my god.

I stood in front of the studio mirror wall and couldn’t utter a word at how well the outfit hugged my curves so well, highlighting my slender arms and sharp shoulders.

“mal what the f**k”

“yes darling?”

“why have we not done this earlier? Why didn’t I let you drag me around for clothes?!”

“well maybe because you never let me”

“we are going to do this more often”

He held a smirk and breathed in, puffing his chest in pride of his clothing choice. His simple white v neck t-shirt hung loosely over his already muscular body and grey ripped jeans with army boots really did match the concept of us dressing up like a couple.

I feel confidence resonating in my voice. Even the boots he chose were kickass and made me feel strong in my stance and I felt like an even more powerful version of myself. Its not too revealing which I appreciate. I felt like a completely difference person to what I was a couple of hours ago. Mal is a genius

“I am a genius sweetie, now shall I have your grace’s hand to this dance?”

Mal curtly bowed and held his hand out for me to accept with a gleam in his eye.

I feel the rise of temperature on my cheeks, signaled for the staff member to start the music

“yes”

**

After a few takes, everything was ready to roll to be uploaded online. Most of my dance classes are online except for the occasional flights overseas since Gyrestone hidden from any human contact, though pack members are more than welcome to extend overseas and into the human world. The minute the video was uploaded, likes, messages and signups started flooding in. My stomach grumbled like an echo in a cave, and Mal buckled over laughing.

“I’m going to change babygirl, get the keys to my car and I’ll be there in 5.”

He grabbed a black floral button up shirt and walked out and I yelled after

“Mal, where do we go for lunch?”

He walked down through the door with the top slung over his left shoulder, and waved without turning his head.

“it’ll be a surprise doll.”

Scoffing at his constant names, I packed up my stuff and walked to the car parked down the road. Normally packs don’t really need cars. But judging on how big Mine is, it became a necessity for the pack to own a couple, and some private cars as well. I felt a few glances behind my back and my breathing hitched.

Quickly, I let down my hair to cover up my bared back and got in the car.