ellycharlienikki {{shopping?}}

[Nikki Bones]

The gorgeous young male lay in his bed, curled up against another gorgeous young male. The heat their body made was wonderful. He was warm, safe from the fog outside the window or the circling fan overhead. He was pressed against the lovely boy in an-almost embrace, head on Elliot Potter's shoulder, his soft black hair tickling the other male's neck. One of his hands was curled on Elliot's chest, and the other was in his own hair. Yes, both males were in nothing but boxers. In the same bed. Charlie's boxers just happened to be rainbow, while Elliot's were green with happy faces on them.
When the clock beeped and hit eleven o'clock in the morning, Charlie rolled over slightly and hit the snooze button, then curled up against Elliot again, wrapping both his arms and legs around the other boy, and letting sleep take over again.
Not only had they confessed love to each other, but made it, too.
Ahem ahem.
The good life.


"BLUE!" both she and the two year old beside her shouted at the television. Yes, she was watching kiddie shows with a little child. Yes, the show has asked what color the flower was, and duh, you had to answer. Thus, she and Myka the two-year old boy, Charlie's step-brother, sat on the floor together in front of the television, Myka's back propped up against her flat mid, sitting in her lap.
Nikki had gotten there about an hour ago, and she hadn't been expecting Charlie to be awake just yet. Eleven was when he awoke, thus she glanced towards the stairs for the boy clad in boxers in the sleepy eyes. She's been welcomed by Charlie's mother, who was currently out in the garden while her husband was at work for a change. Nikki currently was watching Myka, one of the cutest little babies she'd ever seen, even though Charlie didn't like him.
"RED!" the two scream, Nikki's giggle following after that.
The chica ran a hand through her blonde hair, of which was normally straight and choppy, and hanging loose around her shoulders, falling just above her bust. It had grown slightly, and she was really very happy about such. Her legs were bare, little flats on her feet, and a pleaded mini skirt covering her rump. Her jacket had been discarded, as well as her scarf. A light lemon yellow, tight sweater-like mid-sleeve covered her small top today.
Today Charlie had insisted they get together and go shopping. Not only did he need new eyeliner, he insisted Nikki need new outfits for her small wardrobe. Thus, the perfect day to do so.
She glanced to wards the stairs again, bouncing MyKa slightly on her lap and feeding him a Teddy Gram.
After screaming a few more colors with MyKa, then singing along to a song with the baby, she wedged a few Teddy Grams in his hands and set his down for a moment. She stood, then lifted him in her arms and sent a glance up the stairs. Charlie was probably still asleep. Nikki was not the best when it came to waiting. So, with Myca in her arms, she started up the stairs. She didn't bother knocking on Charlie's door, since she'd slept in his bed and been there so many times. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of her two best friends, both gorgeous males, curled up with each other.
And with this, the two year old started crying; oblivious. He just didn't like Charlie's room, and she knew that.
"Ah!" Nikki said in a whisper, "Shh, Myka!" Nervously she bounced the baby in her arms and turned away from Charlie's door when the boys started to stir.
Yep.

[Elliot Potter]

Elliot grunted lightly, pressing his back tight against Charlie and grabbing the males hand in his own. The bed was so warm, and the outside so Grey and foggy. It was a wonder how Charlie's mother could be playing with flowers at a time like this. But, either way, Elliot was with Charlie. But, Charlie seemed not to get up, and Elliot had been awake for just about an hour, waiting and waiting for Charlie to get up so he could. In all those years where Elliot had slept in Charlie's bed with him, he had always woken to being embraced by the boy, then lied there unable to escape his clutches. But today he wanted up; the day he had finally fallen for Charlie, and he wanted to get away. Odd. Honestly, it was his aching behind that kept ascendantly rubbing against Charlie, and hurting more and more. So, he had finally decided on being very sexual with Charlie until he awoke and let Elly free.

Using his free hand, which was not holding Charlie's close to his chest, Elliot patted around Charlie's pelvic area, searching for the start of his boxers. Then, alas, he found it, and succeeded in reaching to the rainbow shorts and rubbing lightly at Charlie's member. This had to get him up, right? Or it would leave Elliot with a now sticky hand and a bright red face.

"Shh, Myka!"

Elliot shot his eyes open at once; was that Charlie's mom? No, she sounded to young, and familiar. Oh no... Nikki Bones had said she was great friends with Charlie, and that sounded oddly alike her voice...

"Nikki?" Elliot said, pulling out of Charlie's boxers and flipping out of the hold to stand up off the bed. Indeed, it was Nikki Bones, the beautiful blond that Elliot had made friends with a bit ago. And, of course, a crying Myka.

"Ah- uh- N-Nikki- w-w-w-what are y-you doing here!?" Gasped Elliot, deep red and only growing redder. But as he saw how Charlie was still sleeping, out of the corner of his eye, it calmed him somehow; made him relaxed, and sleepy. Yawning, and hobbling over toward Nikki (with lots of pain), Elly smiled lightly.

"Hey, trooper," he grinned at Myka, then turned to the girl with a pout.

"Nikkkkiiiiii. What a-are you doing heeerrreee? Have you come to make my ass not hurt as muchhhh?"

[Nikki Bones]

Myka whimpered and popped a Teddy Gram in his mouth, clinging to Nikki. No, he certainly did not like Charlie's room. He didn't like Charlie in general. Duh. When someone didn't like Myka, Myka didn't like them back. Thus why Myka threw the remains of his animal crackers down on Charlie's carpet.
Nikki just looked at Elly for a moment, then giggled, "I'm sure Charlie has some kind of ointment for that. Wake him up, cure your ass aches, then come watch the tube with Myka and meeee," she said, smile on her face. She turned from Elliot, patting Myka's back and heading back downstairs.
She got the picture. Charlie and Elliot had obviously sexed each other up, thus Elly's ass wasn't at its best. Poor Elliot. She felt a tad jealous, though. No, she didn't want Charlie in her butt, but now if Charlie and Elliot were secret lovers...
Once downstairs, she set Myka on the couch and watched as Rupert the Bear came on the television. Being an adventurous polar bear sounded lovely right about now.


Charlie shifted in his bed now, feeling the warmth of Elliot gone from him. He pulled the comforter close to him, breathing deeply from under his dome of blankets. He jumped as the alarm clock on his desk started up again, and shot up in to a sitting position. He exhaled deeply and leaned back against the head board of his bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and then looking towards Elliot.
"You're up already?" he asked groggily, then noticed his morning wood.
He flipped the covers from his body and stood on his feet, eyeing the soft animal crackers on his lovely bedroom floor. He glared at them, "Myka, that brat,"
Then the gorgeous male yawned and stretched up, running his hands through his hair, then walking towards his bathroom Pity his bathroom hadn't a shower. He pulled his straightener from the drawer and plugged it in, then splashed his face with water.
"Elly! Could you hand me my cellphone?" he asked as he applied eyeliner gracefully, "Nikki is in need of a new wardrobe, and we must help her!"

[Elliot Potter]

"Charlie, Nikki is like, hereeeee," Elliot said, smiling as he stumbled over into the small, shower-less bathroom. They could sex again, without water, and a steamy shower but it would still be good.

"She's with Myka; who, by the way, is very cute." With teasing note in his voice, Elliot came up behind Charlie and pounced lightly at him, wrapping his arms around Charlie's waist and hugging him loosely. Oh, how he loved Charlie. And it seemed, he had almost fully gotten over Nikki. And yet, still, she was very perfect. Maybe Elliot could have both? But by now, someone as gorgeous as she would have a mate. Ho hum, oh well.

Letting his weak, skinny, pale arms unravel from the embrace around Charlie, Elliot dashed beside the boy, staring at the mirror.

"W-wow. You really are pretty, Charlie..." He admitted, cheeks become slightly flushed and eyes strolling downward. Elliot was secretly allowing his mind to run over the fact how he wished he could be better, more attractive (not that he isn't), and smarter. But, Elliot was a genius, a totally heart throb and had the man of his dreams; how could he want more? Well, I guess, it was just him being pessimistic, and selfish.

"Anyways," he began, "I'ma go see Nikki now. And then we can go shop... Together."

Elliot giggled, imagining Charlie strutting around in many bright colored dresses that Nikki forced him into. And with the laughter of the thought, Elliot skipped down the stairs, stumbling at the end, landing on his bottom and groaning out in displeasure. Ow. Then, to the theme song of the child's show, Elly crawled his way to the living room and pulled himself atop the couch.

"Good morningggg," sang Elliot.

[Charlie Ashwood]

"Myka is so not adorable," Charlie said, capping his eyeliner and moving back in his room, shifting through his large closet. His closet was as big as they got. Well, not really. But his closet was humungous. And it was stuffed with clothing. His closet with a like a whole separate room from his bedroom. He actually had a small loveseat in the middle of such, and then all his clothes around it. He flicked the light on and pushed his hair from his eyes, standing there with his hands on his hips for a moment, clad in nothing but his lovely rainbow boxers. "What to wear, what to wear," he pondered. You see, most girls would kill for a closet like this. Charlie had actually nicknamed his closet 'The Closet of Dreams'. That how amazing it was. He had designer clothing from Dior to Juicy Couture. He had perfumes, belts, jeans, coats, scarfs. Everything. Charlie was a shopaholic. Duh. So, he picked out his lovely designer jeans and slipped them on, and sifted through his shirts. He decided on a simple polo shirt, aqua in color with the lovely bird threaded on the chest, small as can be. He grabbed his lovely, form-fitting Dior coat and wrapped it around his body, turning to look at himself in the closet mirror. He grabbed his silk blue scarf and his large Coach sunglasses. Now he looked like a celebrity shy from paparazzi. Perfect. So, with a flick of his bangs, he smiled and treaded from his lovely closet and down to his staircase, straight in to the living room of where he lovely besties sat, along with that brat Myka.
He glared at the baby from behind his sunglasses and looked upon his company , a smile playing on his face. He pressed the sunglasses away from his eyes. Even atop his head he looked like a star. Duh, he was Charlie. He was gay. He knew how to keep himself lovely.
As for his friends, though, they needed some serious make-overs. Thus, they would be going around the muggle world and shopping.
He moved in front of the television with his hands on his hips, then pulled his Dior coat around him a tad tighter.
"Oy, loves. We're going shopping. No protests, no whining. I don't care about how much your feet hurt as we walk; we are shopping. You two need serious make-overs." he said, trying to block out Myka's sudden crying, "I will pay for everything," he help up a hand as Nikki tried to protest, "Shush, love. I'm paying. And now. I'll get my mummy from the garden and tell her we are leaving,"
And with that, he pranced gracefully from the living room, to the kitchen, and through the back door to notify his mother that he and his lovelies were off for a day of money-spending.

Nikki gave Charlie a glare. She didn't like when people paid for her. It made her feel helpless. Yeah, she lived in a apartment with four other people, only one of who she was related with. Yeah, they had four dogs, four cats, a chicken in the backyard as well as three rabbits. But still. She could pay for herself. She sighed and plopped herself down on the couch next to Elliot, a smle on her face, "Ass stop hurting yet?" she asked with a giggle, running a hand through her hair, and turning a bit to face him.
She brought Myka from his spot on the couch and set him in to her thin lap, bouncing him a tad with her knees to stop his huffing. She patted the baby's back and watched as his face calmed and he turned his attention to the lock of her hair now in his fist.

[Elliot Potter]

Elliot flipped about on the couch a moment before comfy, leaning against Nikki's side with his head tilted back. He let a delicate hand stray above himself to pat Myka atop the head, having always loved how soft a baby's head and hair felt against his own childish skin.

Then, there came the thudding of a glamorous beauty that was Charlie Ashwood, as he pranced down the stairs and toward them. Elliot turned his eyes upon Charlie, who stood, blocking the televising; not that Elliot cared/ Actually, he was glad. Anyways, as he stared dully toward Charles in his rant about shopping, he frowned lightly.

"Shopping?"

But by this time Charlie was probably sining to his mother about there day trip into town, and how he needed some cash.

"Shopping?", Elliot repeated, now to Nikki, who looked just as displeased; or else more so. "But, I don't need new clothe. Right, Nikki? Right?"

The fact is, he did. And he knew it. Charlie was the Hollywood looking, d**n good faced, fully gay and proud boy that made girl swoon. He had darling fashion sense, a darling way with words and a gorgeous smile to rap it all up. And Elliot... Well, yes, he had the looks. But that was all. He usually wore oversized shirts stolen from his father, and his sister's pants for Peat sake! Honestly, can't Elliot just accept the fact that he needed some new outfits? Maybe even a whole new wardrobe!

"And, and, you don't want to go shopping, do you? (My ass is fine)" Elliot muttered the last bit to himself, though it still had a ping of pain every now and then. But back to shopping. Secretly, Elliot loved it, especially when people payed for him. And were actually forcing him to buy lots and lots of clothe! But, he had the slightest feeling that Charlie would make him dress up in more then he was willing to.

Oh, heck. Elliot wasn't even dressed yet! And without a word, he quickly danced upstairs, stole some black skinny jeans and a long-sleeved light blue and black, tight sweater from Charlie, pulled them on and danced back down again. Now, there Elliot stood, ready at the door with a scowl on his face.

He turned round to Nikki, teasingly saying, "It's Charlie; there's no way out of this."

[Charlie Ashwood]

Triumphantly, Charlie had one his mother over and taken his step-father's credit card. Sadly, they were all too inexperienced to drive. Charlie could almost drive, but the only car available was the piece of crap in the driveway. Thus, he said they would flaunt themselves fashionably together down the street, in a little utopia of their own beauty. His mother had rolled her eyes at her dramatic song and waved him off, coming inside with him to get the baby, Myka, and to say hello to his friends. Thus, Charlie came prancing in with his mother in hand. He stopped and smiled, presenting her, "Mum, we will most certainly be responsible teens and not totally blow the Fat Pig's," he earned a glare from his mother as he called his stepfather such, "credit card. We will come back here with more style and beauty to flaunt. And I promise, I will get you a new scarf, Mummy, love. Because I love you," he stood on tip-toe and gave his mummy a kiss on the cheek, then turned to his friends, walking to them with open arms. He pulled them both up off the couch, snickering as Myka began to huff again.

Nikki batted at Charlie's arm softly as he snickered at the baby, then stepped to his mother and handed off Myka, who immediately began to sob. The blonde's mouth turned in to a small frown, but she was quickly pulled by Charlie before she could say a thing. His arm was wound around her waist, tugging her to the door with him to grab his purse. She was about to turn and protest again, but Charlie cut her off. Again.

"Myka's such a prat," Charlie said firmly, adjusting his glasses and pushing his hair from his face, extending his other arm and pulling Elliot close to him, also. One arm around Elliot's shoulder, one around Nikki's waist. They were like a walking orgy.
"He is not a prat!" Nikki said, eyebrows raised slightly, "He's sweet and cute and a baby!"
"Like I care, love," Charlie said with a smile, "But I /do/, however, care about you two! And because I love you both I am taking you shopping, as stated before," He reached for the door handle and opened it, stepping outside to the cold of England.
Nikki was blasted with the wind, squinting her eyes for only a moment against it. She patted the scarf around her neck, then eyed Charlie's Dior coat. She stepped in front of him and unbuttoned it. Once said coat was opened, she settled herself at Charlie's warm side, button the coat up once again. Thus, she was warm inside Charlie coat, Charlie inside it, too.
Charlie was used to this, thus he only smile and continued walking, taking Elliot's hand in his own and lacing fingers with the other boy.
"Elly, do you wear thongs?" Charlie asked innocently, batting his eyelashes.

[Elliot Potter]

Elliot fallowed the two into the cold, his hands dug deep into the tight pockets of Charlie's jeans; the ones he wore, of course. His steps were cautious, as always, and almost on tip toe. That was how Elliot was; slightly chicken. Well, Slytherin was for Elliot (or parts of him), no doubt about that.

In the motion of Elliot being pulled close against Charlie, a small gasping sound escaped his chilly, pink lips. Nikki was now placed inside Charlie's jacket, and she seemed to be actually comfortable. Elliot, however, who was not even hand in hand with Charlie at the point, and was only being held by him, felt very nerved.

Why?

Well, slipping away from Charlie, and secluding himself from the two, Elliot realized how self conscious about his sexuality he was. Being in public... With the boy who you and just been screwed by? And being close, for all eyes to watch and insult? It's a terrible thought! It seemed, little Elliot, was actually afraid of being himself, for the moment.

With a heavy sigh, Elliot stumbled on, only a few paced behind Nikki and Charlie, his two best friends.

[Charlie Ashwood]

Charlie's delicate mouth that had been pressed to Elliot's so many times formed a small frown. Dear Elliot seemed to be feeling rather antisocial at the moment. Or at least, Dear Elliot didn't want Charlie to hold him. Charlie looked at Nikki with a frown for a moment, then wrapped his arms around, though they were in the same coat. Of course, he'd just make Elliot jealous until he came back to him. "Nikkiii. I love yooou." Charlie said, looking back for a moment at Elliot who was only a few paces behind them, then quickly looking back to Nikki and pressing his chin against her head. Yes, Charlie was wonderous at making people jealous.
As they walked and got closer to their destination, of which was the outdoor Muggle mall, the wind seemed to get stronger and the sky darker. It ruffled Charlie's black hair and made him look even more beautiful. He glanced back to Elliot quite a bit through his sunglasses, but decided to be rather sly and pretend to set his gaze on something else.
He smirked, though, to Nikki.

Nikki was used to Charlie's love, but from his face she knew it was directed towards Elliot. She puffed her cheeks slightly in jealousy, then reached her hand up and smoothed down part of her bangs, of which were becoming messed up in the wind.
Sure, it would take a lot to get over Elliot, since she had fallen so hard for him and he had become one of her two besties. But the fact that he was sexing with Charlie kind of broke her. Plus, she had Liam to worry about. Even if Liam thought she was too young for him, age was just a number, wasn't it? Gawd, her love life was screwed up.
She pressed herself closer to Charlie's side in seek of warmth, and looked up when Charlie had started conversation about nailpolish.
Orange is the new pink, he had said.
"I prefer neon colors for nails," she said, showing Charlie her bright green nails.
And the two started comparing nail colors, then smoothness of skin. The conversation got on to something about how slutty he Desperate Housewives were. Hum dee dum.

The topic switched, by Charlie, to Elliot.
"Imagine Elly as a Desperate Housewife," Charlie said, turning to Elliot with a smirk and turning Nikki with him.
"He could be the hot gardener," Nikki said with a nod, then a smile to Elliot.

[Elliot Potter]

Elliot scowled lightly as he saw Charlie squeeze against Nikki, claim he loved her, then rest his chin against Nikki's soft blond locks. Of course Elliot was jealous. But- but he had to hide it, didn't he? Of course, Elliot told himself, frowning that large, pouty frown that made him look so darn yummy.

Yummy...

s**t, Elliot wanted Charlie. And, it was obvious Charlie was just trying to make Elliot jealous. But, being the sort of boy he is, Elliot was much too clueless to notes this.

With a small humphing noise, Elliot scuffed his feet aggressively and let his lower lip jot in a full out pout. Charlie had been lying to Elliot when he said those three words! They meant so frigging much to Elliot! Oh noes! What was he going to do? He couldn't just tantrum and cry in public, no. Of course not. He would... Look away and wipe his eyes on occasion portending it was due to the wind.

Turning his head to stare at some windblown trees, admire there bare branches and there beauty... Yes, they seemed to be dead and bare, but it was artwork none the less. Elliot remembered when he had attempted to write a book about dead trees (like this one), Zombies and the girl who brought peace to their wandering. It was a fine book, if Elly did say so himself.

As a gust of wind blew, Elliot felt the warm start of a tear rolling down his soft (Just as soft as their cheeks, thought Elliot), pale cheek. Attempting an annoyed look, and yet still trying to remain his gaze away from Charlie and Nikki, he wiped frantically at his eye.

Bop.

The wind had carried a straw soccer ball over to Elliot, had shot it against his leg and forced his head down to stare. Silly muggle sports, and their silly ball's. It seemed almost every muggle game had something you hit, kicked, threw... And they were all in someway, shape or form like a ball.

"Dude, pass the ball!" A gorgeous muggle boy said, his dirty blond hair rippling around his ears in a shaggy sort of style. Large green eyes smiled toward Elliot, but as the boy came rushing toward him to retrieve the ball, he frowned.

"hey, man, guy's don't cry..."
"I-i-I'm not!"
"That's good."

The boy smiled again, picked up the ball with an upward glance at Elliot, extended to full hight and patted Elliot on the shoulder before rushing away; what was that all about? Oh well. Elliot walked on.

"Imagine Elly as a Desperate Housewife,"
"He could be the hot gardener,"

It's a shame Elliot is stubborn, and clueless, and has never seen that movie.

"H-huh? Hey, I'm not desperate! .... Or a h-house wife!" He protested, finally returning his gaze upon the smirking Charlie and the giggling Miss Bones.

"Y-y-you're the desperate one! ... Y-you... Despie!"

[Charlie Ashwood]

"He's mine," Nikki whispered quickly before Charlie could say anything, and leaning forward and on to Charlie. She watched at the gorgeous muggle boy walked away, nibbling her lip, then smiling. Wow, that guy was cute. Yes, Charlie and Nikki were on the lookout for hot guys. They'd walk hand in hand and scout out the cute boys, claiming them and having a fight over who was more gorgeous, the guy Charlie picked, or Nikki's choice. "He looks like he's straight out of an Abercrombie photo," she muttered, pushing her hair from her face and eyeing the Muggle boy's muscles and perfect hair.
"N-n-n-n-n-n-n," Charlie whimpered slightly, watching the cute muggle boy walk off, pulling his sunglasses down and eyeing the Muggle's pert buttocks. His lips formed a grin, then he settled the sunglasses atop his head and directed his focust to Elliot, "EEE-LLY. NO CRYING. I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH," and with that shout that made a few birds fly out of trees, he opened his arms up and began walking to Elliot, dragging Nikki with him, in his coat.
Nikki frowned and stumbled backwards, still trying to watch after the Muggle. It was kind of hard, though, when you were squished in between two male lovers. Not that she minded, Elliot and Charlie were both gorgeous.
Charlie wrapped his arms around Elliot and squeezed the boy in a hug, planting a big sloppy kiss on the boy's cheek, not really caring who was looking. "Now, come, Elly!" he said, taking his secret lover's hand, "We shop!"

[Elliot Potter]

Elliot jumped at the shout of Charlie, scurrying himself backward before he had been trampled by Charlie. However, he was still attacked with a huge ball of love and joy that was Charlie.

"I wasn't crying! I don't cry!" He said in another protest. Elliot was a big cry baby, but he would never admit such. And honestly, at this moment, when the kiss was placed on Elliot's cheek, he smiled in delight, flushing a harsh pink.

It could be heard, as Elliot got dragged away by Nikki and Charlie, the faint laughter from the muggle boy and the call of, "Have a nice time with you're boyfriend, Elly!". This made Elliot giggle, but blush either way.

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The shopping mall. It was a large, outdoor building, with big signs saying the names of multiple stores across the front. There were doors entering shops, doors entering into the big grand hallways, and doors that were locked and never to be entered. Those were the best ones. They had red X's pated on them.

"Oooh! Where s-should we all go look first?" Asked and excited Elliot, gripping at Charlie's hand and looking in awe at the assortment of outside clothing displays. One store, he saw, was called Rebel Rebel (Stripey has been there, it's down town x)) The windows were grand, and on the left sat an assortment of sun dresses, any color shape and size. To the right was displayed on severed body parts, very skinny men's black jeans, and hoodies with patterns and lettering adorning their backs. Oh yes, that store caught Elliot's eye.

"C-c-c-c-can we go in there!?" He asked, still in awe, but now aware of his settings.

[Charlie Ashwood]

"Of course, Elly, mi amor!" Charlie said, squeezing Elliot's hand and prancing gracefully in to the shop, eyeing a few of the articles of clothing, as well as the cashier. He smiled and dragged Elliot over to the jeans, letting go of his lover's hand for a moment to sift through the racks of bottoms. Out he pulled a pair of jeans, and held them up to Elliot's pelvic area, a serious look on his face. Clothes were serious business for Charlie. He wasn't attempting to be accepted in hottest fashion college when he was of age for nothing. He frowned and grabbed a smaller size, holding them up to Elliot. He nodded approvingly and slung the jeans over his arm, grabbing a few shirts as well as two hoodies along the way of which would fit Elliot. This pile of clothing was slung over his right arm, weighing it down slightly.
"Alright. Go try these on and come show us every single article of clothing, understand me? Nikki needs a new bra, so I'll be with her in the lengerie aisle. Holler if you need help, deary," Charlie said, shoving the clothing to Elliot and leaning in and giving him a passion kiss on the lips. Yum, yum.

Nikki had been searching through a rack of clothing until she decided to go amung her favorite past time. She slipped herself through the articles of clothing and hid in the middle of the circular rack, very much liking the secluded space. She pushed some of her hair back and letting her delicate figures explore the rack from the inside.
She pulled a skirt to her side, not sure if it was the rigth size or not. She wasn't one to actually like shopping, as odd as it was for a girl.
She slid herself out of the center of the rack and back out in the open, bouncing herself towards Charlie.

[Elliot Potter]

Elliot watches with an almost Innocent look in his eyes as Charlie bend down and searched threw the clothing racks. As Elliot looked away, he spotted the woman at the counter eying Charlie's bottom like she hadn't a care in the world, as her partner, a male, watched Nikki crawl her way into the darkness. As he turned to the window, he saw a few people passing, looking like they thought Charlie was one of the models, somehow disobeying orders and prancing around.

Elliot nodded, smiling that adorable smile and trotting off to the fitting rooms. Standing at the door was what looked like a taller, slightly chubbier but still very skinny version of the muggle from before. They must have been brothers, or something along the lines of family.

"Hello," he said politely, his voice mature and seductive in some ways.

"Uh, h-hi..."
"If you need any help I will be here."

He crossed his arms, leaned against the wall and watched as Elliot quietly shifted the curtain to cover the door. Inside, he slid his pants off, shook his leg frantically to get them away, then slipped on the new skinny jeans. They fit, but were a little loose in the thigh. Oh well, they we're the smallest size the store carried in mens; maybe females would suit him better? Pulling on the top of which was bright yellow with doves on its shoulder, Elliot stepped out and looked round for Nikki and Charlie. Instead, as his back was turned, hands reached around him and pulled the shirt low against Elliot's pelvic region. He let out a faint gasp, turned to stare at the man who had an approving smirk, then dashed from him over to Charlie.

Grabbing Charlie's shoulders, bright red in the face, Elliot his behind his secret lover. In his mind, it was only, help me.

[Charlie Ashwood]

Charlie watched as Elliot came to him and new clothes as well as a bright red complexion. He frowned and turned around, wrapping Elliot up in his arms and patting his cheek, "Yes, deary? What wrong, love? You looked terribly flushed," Charlie's eyes directed themselves towards the dressing room, seeing a rather chubby male with a grin on his face. He felt like going over there and screaming at him for being all up in his lover's grill, then wipe the grin off his face. He did not, however. He just held Elliot close in a protective hug and escorted him back to the dressing room. Charlie gave a large, burning glare to the man, then turned to Elliot and kissed his cheek. "You look lovely in those, by the way," he said, tugging at the waist line of the jeans, then tugging slightly at the tighs. He tucked in the pockets for Elliot, then examined him again, rotating the Potter boy around in a circle. He nodded in approval. "Try on the hoodies now, lovie," he said, opening the curtain of the stall for Elly, "I'll be guarding your lovely changing space, Elly, so no fears," He directed this last bit mostly at the male worker.
He sighed a bit and ran a hand through his perfect black hair, running a finger under his eyeliner to get rid of any smudges. He tugged at his coat, unbuttoned it, and placed a hand on his hip, leaning to the side, truely looking like a model that hopped out from one of the posters.
Yeah, he was that gorgeous.

As a song started playing in the store that she knew, as she was sifting through bras trying to look for the correct size of a soft lime green one, she started swaying her hips slightly and mouthing along the words. Yes, Nikki was fighting the urge ot bust out singing. She ran a hand through her hair and bounced from the lengerie to the pants, grabbing a pair in the closest to her size; double zero, a tad too big. She pranced to the shirts and grabbed a red tee-shirt, tight with a label. She slung it over her arm.
She began to sing softly under her breath to the up-beat song, swaying around and fixing her miniskirt for a moment, then stopping infront of a mirror and fixing her choppy bangs.
Yeah.
All three of them could be models awaiting the start of their photo shoot right now.