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Shopping
By CreamSodaCode

 


Chapter 1: Shopping

Brendon and I are shopping. Never in my life have I ever thought that I'd take someone like him to a public location. But I did.

We're at Wal-Mart. Brendon had begged for ten minutes for the privilege of looking at the shelves of candy at the front of the store. I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but I gave in.

Brendon is staring in marvel at the neon packaging, and artificial coloring of all the candy. He's trying to decide between a package of LifeSavers, and the bag of Cheetos he picked up earlier. I calmly take a bag of Gummi Bears off the shelf, and place it in the shopping cart.

“Gross.” Brendon says eying the Gummi Bears. “Who likes Gummi Bears?”

“Spencer does.” I reply.

“And did he ask you to buy those?” Brendon asks. I shake my head.

“No.”

“Well, if he gets candy without asking, then so do I.” He frowns picking up the bag of LifeSavers, and dropping them into the shopping cart.

We get home an hour later. `An hour?' You may ask. Well, Brendon is very picky. We walk into the house, and he's singing “Best Friend” by Toybox at the top of his lungs. Jon and Spencer simply stare at him for a moment. Jon walks over to us, and looks into one of the many shopping bags we're holding.

“What did you get?” He asks.

“Mostly candy, thanks to Brendon.” I glare at Brendon.

“Did you get me anything?” Jon asks hopefully. He's looking at me with wide eyes, and a pout.

“No.” I say.

“Did you get me anything?” Spencer repeats, pulling off a puppy dog face much better than Jon had.

“Yes.” I hand him the bag of Gummi Bears. He smiles, and walks out of the room with them, probably going to share them with Ryan. Haha, Jon. You lose. You're too masculine for the puppy dog face.

I walk out of the room, in the same direction as Spencer had. He and Ryan are sitting on the livingroom couch, eating Gummi Bears.

“Having fun?” I ask.

“Yes.” Spencer says smiling contentedly. “Yes we are.”

“You should be eternally grateful to me. Considering I bought you those with my money.” I say.

“Here.” He hands a few Gummi Bears to me, and I gladly accept them. That is, until I realize that they're... Wet.

“You poopy!” I toss one of them at him, dropping the rest on the floor.

“How can I be eternally grateful to someone who calls me a `poopy'?” Spencer asks.

“Good point.” I say. “But you licked my Gummi Bears!”

“That sounds so dirty.” Ryan speaks up.

“Yeah...” I mumble. “I probably should've phrased that differently.”

“No crap, man.” Spencer rolls his eyes, and I lightly hit him upside the head.

“Ow...”

“Whimp.”

“I kind of wish you weren't so mean to me.” Spencer says. He rubs the back of his head.

“Maybe she's mean to you because she likes you.” Ryan shrugs, placing a Gummi Bear in his mouth, and swallowing it whole. “That's what little kids do.”

“Naw, I know he likes Jon, and I won't interfere with that.” I place a hand on my heart. “I swearz.”

“Who told you that I like Jon?” Spencer asks.

“No one had to tell me. Come on, I see the way you guys look at each other. Even Brendon could have figured it out!” I laugh. “It's pretty obvious.”

“Bitch.” Spencer growls.

“Dude, your—” Ryan begins, but is interrupted.

“Spencer! Language!”

“...Mom's home...” Ryan finishes.

“Shit...”

“Spencer!”

“Aw, fu—” I quickly cover Spencer's mouth before he can say anything else.

“Moron!” I whisper.

“Why, yes. You are.” Spencer narrows his eyes at me prying my hand of off his face.

“Keep saying things like that and you'll have to walk to school alone tomorrow.” I laugh.

“You wouldn't do that.” Spencer says. I nod my head.

“Yeah, I would.”

“Evil.”

“Indubitably.”

 

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