I was sitting in my room, blasting Jonas Brothers from my stereo, as per my usual when Becky came home.

“Marni, Ya wanna go to the mall???!!!???” she screamed up the stairs to me.

Of course, I loved shopping. I could shop forever, so I was in at the word mall.

I grabbed my purse, quickly hit the ‘off’ button on my radio and flew down the stairs, straight past Becky who was standing at the foot of them.

“Let’s Hit it!” I screamed running out the door and hopping into Becky’s car.

The whole twenty minute ride to the mall I quizzed Becky on the Jonas Brothers. She knew practically nothing, and was definitely not soaking in any of the information I was feeding her. Just like Joe, I thought.

I tried and tried with all my might to make her a fan, but she never seemed to grasp the possibility that maybe, just maybe she could like them.

We walked into the mall and I continued to feed Becky countless facts about my favorite band.

When we walked past FYE, a music store I spotted the newest edition of Popstar magazine, I didn’t even say anything to Becky, I just ran into the store and grabbed the magazine.

“Special Jonas Brothers Edition!” I shrieked as Becky followed me into the store.

She laughed at me, thinking I was ridiculous as I ran to the cashier and paid for my magazine.

We continued walking through the mall, me holding the magazine up quizzing her every time I learned a new fact.

We passed the food court and I smelled pretzels, “Becky…” I sang.

“Yes Marni, we can get pretzels.” She said knowing that was exactly what I wanted.

We continued walking through the mall eating our pretzels. When we finished we went into a few stores and bought a few things. I got a new Jonas Brothers poster to hang in my room fro Limited Too, the only reason I still went in that store.

After a few hours of shopping Becky was falling over, I was content smiling and continuously quizzing her on Jonas facts.

“Marn, Let’s go home.” She said. I was disappointed, but after prowling the mall for three hours I figured I wasn’t going to find anything new so we headed back out to her car.

Somehow, the ride home I managed to convince her to let me blast Jonas Brothers in the car. She knew a few of the words from my incessant playing of them and she tried to sing along.

When we got home, our mom said, “Becky, you got a telephone call from someone at Hodgies Ice Cream Shack.”

I looked at Becky and her face lit up, “Already?” she said, “I just talked to them today,” then to herself she mumbled, “thank you Jason.”

I was confused, she hadn’t said anything about applying for a job to me, but apparently she did.

I don’t know what I was more excited about, her having a job at Hodgies or me getting free ice cream.