Baby, I'm a Million.

Cameron and I were following Nancy around the store waiting for her to pick her item. We had already done it, so we just kinda were hanging out. Nancy was acting really weird though, kind of like a little kid who was getting ready to pull a prank on their parents.

"C'mon Nancy! You're taking forever," Cameron whines.

She rolls her eyes, "Hold on doofus! I'm working on it."

She looks over at me and smirks, then she points to something in her pocket. I didn't bother to ask what it was, I was more concerned with the fact that she was stealing it.

"Nancy! You can't steal that!" I whispered.

She looks at me like that was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard in her life, "Why not?"

"Because it's wrong!"

Cameron stares at her shocked, "Are you trying to steal something?"

She shrugs, "I've lifted something from every store we've been in," she says nonchalantly, "I haven't taken anything big."

"What if you get caught?" Cameron and I ask at the same time.

"I won't get caught you guys," she says confidently. Like clockwork an employee shows up behind her, she had probably been listening to us the whole time.

"You won't get caught doing what?" the woman asked with a very sassy attitude.

All of our eyes widen. I could have choked her right then. None of us even knew what to say. The woman starts searching Nancy's pockets, she pulls out a lot of random, unopened junk.

"I need all three of you to come with me," the employee says, then she leads us to the security desk.

We spent the rest of the afternoon in "mall jail".