I'M FLY LIKE A G6 [noah]

[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Material items didn't make people happy. This was one of those things Pacey had learnt growing up, that his mom would tell him over and over again every single time he got something new or asked for something new or was offered something new. It was something that had at first confused him, but it was a lesson that Pacey learnt over time. His real friends were mostly the friends he'd had before he'd moved to that huge fancy house. Pacey liked that his family had money, seriously he did, but was it crucial to his happiness? Nah, he was pretty sure that it wasn't, actually. His happiness was all his own. He wouldn't say that he was overtly happy, but he was a dude who was fairly content with life. At some times he was happier or more excited than others though, and hey, he couldn't help it if this was due (in part) to the two shoeboxes he had in bags slung over his arm, or the wallet he had full of cash.

A lot of it was also the fact that he was spending time doing something he liked -- wandering the mall -- and hanging out with a bro, though. That was always pretty cool too. "Maple Hollow shopping is never as good as Toronto shopping," he stated, and it was pretty obvious that he was so not native to the area. Please, the boy had a Toronto accent like burning. "Oh, oh, I see colours," he said the next second, his voice excited as he led the way into a random store without even looking at the sign. Colours... He was a pretty easily-distracted kid. It wasn't helped at all by the fact that he'd, uh, had two cans of Coke earlier in the day and it was possible that the caffeine was getting to him. Then again, he was always like that. It was lucky that he was hanging out with Noah, actually. Not everyone would be okay with his mild attention deficiency. "We should also grab food soon," he said after a second, checking out one of these really bright, neon hoodies he'd spotted from outside. He wasn't always that bright and flashy, but sometimes it was fun. Pacey wore what he liked, and haters to the left. Then again, his hair was already dyed bright blonde for the time being. He didn't necessarily need more colour at the moment. "Wait, when did we even have lunch?" He was pretty sure it'd been less than three hours ago. Pacey just liked food, though.

[NOAH AIDEN KIMURA]

As Pacey walked around like a puppy on ADHD, Noah tagged along behind him, mentally thumbing through his wallet to keep track of how much money he had left. He wasn't totally worried about it, really, even though he decided to buy a rather pricey bowtie cardigan. He figured that it would be all he bought in the day, actually -- Noah liked shopping just as much as Pacey did, but it was pretty likely that growing up with only his mom around just naturally made him more conscious about this sort of thing. They weren't poor by any means of the definition, but he'd be lying if he said that there weren't a few low moments throughout his years. As a result, Noah grew up with a natural mind regarding his money and what he spent it on that carried with him throughout the years. Even now, as he and Pacey wandered the mall, some old lessons stuck -- only buy if you're positive you're going to wear it more than once, ask yourself if you just want it or need it, sale racks are the best place to start, and for the love of laundry do not buy something you can't understand how to wash because chances are it's pricey and probably not worth the hassle.

Pacey was right, though. Maple Hollow shopping was a far cry from Toronto shopping, that was for sure. "People would be telling us to be grateful there's shopping in Maple Hollow, period."

Noah said happily, swinging his bag in the air as he jogged a few steps to catch up to the other. He caught their figures in a display window, both boys wearing bright colors and clashing patterns, sticking out like sore thumbs in the middle of a rather conservative area of commerce. Well, Noah probably stood out more based on clothing, but if hair was to be judged, also, Pacey probably won in that department. "There's color everywhere unless you're color blind, bro,"

[/color] Noah called out to Pacey as he disappeared inside yet another store, and Noah jogged a little more to catch up, baggy pants swooshing around his legs. Noah spotted a pair of killer royal purple sneakers that he found himself coveting -- he had never seen such a beautiful and royal hue of purple, ever. Sadly, they were about $50 more than he could (or want) to afford, so he put them back, albeit a little hesitantly. "Dude, we ate at the food court about two hours ago, how are you hungry?"[/color] The question was totally rhetorical, though, because just as he asked, his stomach gave a meager little growl. He couldn't lie, he was always hungry and he could always eat. "Yo...let's get some tacos."[/color] Noah blurted out a little absently as he thought about just what his stomach wanted and tacos definitely seemed like the way to go.[/justify][/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

The thing was, Pacey didn't dress all that flashy-like -- he had a couple of pretty obnoxiously bright items, but for the most part he just liked to have nice things. Nice things were, uh... nice. He also had a pretty lousy idea of what it meant to "need" things, considering he pretty much had everything that he needed -- it was a matter of things that he liked and things that happened to catch his eye when he was wandering... like today! He probably had a goodly sized collection of things that he had never worn yet, or that he had before and then never again. He couldn't help that he was so easy to sell on something -- everything advertised itself -- but at least he had fun. Shopping was indeed fun. "Yeah, but it's still never the same!" It wasn't like Toronto was totally just so packed full of malls that there was one anywhere or something, but there was certainly more than there was in Maple Hollow. "I mean I like Maple Hollow, but it's never the same as a real city." It was a city by technical definitions, but the kid was from Toronto. This was so not a city in his mind.

He waved off the almost sassy comment like it was nothing, already too distracted by this store, whatever it was that he was wandering into. "Colour blindness doesn't actually mean that you can't see colours, man," he called back over his shoulder kind of absently. There was an entire thing full of hoodies in various bright, neon colours, and he was trying to decide whether he liked the purple or the orange better. He held the two of them up for Noah's input and was about to ask when he spotted the look on his best friend's face as he placed the sneaker back on its shelf. Pacey ran through dates in his mind -- nope, Christmas wasn't coming up, but Noah's birthday wasn't too far off... He made a mental note of this for later but held up the hoodies now. "Dude. Really important decisions. Purple or orange?" Pacey wasn't nearly as vibrant as Noah could be, but there were exceptions in his wardrobe... "And I don't even know, my stomach has a brain of its own -- tacos." He latched onto the idea immediately. They could never go wrong with tacos... or, actually, any food, but now that they'd mentioned this in the first place...