"Eryn, get up! I want to shop!" Sasha pushed on Eryn's arm.

"Ow!" Eryn exclaimed as she rolled out of bed and hit the floor. "What's the deal?"

"The deal is I want to shop! Get up and shower!" Sasha laughed. "Lazy!"

"I am NOT lazy," Eryn protested. She got up and walked towards the bathroom. "I'm just... lazy."

Sasha laughed and went downstairs.

***

"Okay," Eryn said, walking into the room. "Ready."

"Finally!" Sasha said. "Let's go."

They walked outside to Eryn's car and drove off to the mall.

***

"Sash! That looks fantastic!" Eryn exclaimed. "Pink is your colour."

Sasha made a face. "Pink? This is the first pink shirt I will ever buy," she admitted. She looked in the mirror again and examined the baby pink fitted three-quarter length sleeve shirt.

"No, really, it looks great," Eryn persisted. "Joey will think so, too..."

"Well, in THAT case," Sasha laughed. "No, I don't know."

"It will look so nice with your indigo jeans, and those black shoes from Le Chateau. Please buy it and wear it to the concert," Eryn said. "I'll even buy it for you."

"No, that's okay," Sasha said. "Fine, I'll take your word for it and buy it." She grinned. "I guess it does look nice."

"It does!" Eryn insisted. "Buy it."

"Okay," Sasha said, going back into the changeroom. Seconds later, she exited holding the pink shirt on the hanger. "Are you going to get those pants you tried on?"

"Yeah," she answered. "I'll wear them with that white shirt I have. You know, the one with the v-neck?"

"Oh that will look good," Sasha smiled. "Good choice. And I get to borrow those pants." She loved the black fitted silk flares that Eryn was about to buy.

"Fine," she said. "Let's go."

***

Eryn turned the car into the driveway.

"Oh, shit, Eryn," Sasha frowned. "We forgot to get some food for dinner. We have absolutely no food in the house."

"Okay," Eryn said, backing out of the driveway, "let's go."

"Wait," Sasha said. Eryn pulled the car back in and Sasha got out. "I want to check if we have mail. I want to see if Joey wrote me any."

"Okay," Eryn said, waiting for Sasha to come back. She got back in the car.

"Heat bill, junk mail, and something for you," Sasha sighed.

"Really?" Eryn said. She took the envelope. "I have no idea whose writing this is." Suddenly a thought occurred to her. "It better not be James." She ripped it open and read.

"Oh, no," Eryn groaned and handing the letter to Sasha. "Read this."

Sasha read it and her eyes grew wide. "Wow. Lance has it bad."

"I know," Eryn said. "It used to get me so happy. Now I don't want him to 'love me'. It was a fling."

"Well," Sasha said. "You have to tell Justin and Lance after the Buffalo concert. Invite them over that night or something. You have to tell them."

"I will," Eryn promised.

C'est FINI! (End of Chapter Forty Five)