She headed to the refrigerated aisle, her lips pursed as her green eyes scanned the shelves. She pulled a red out of place, balancing it on her hip as she read the label, her lips moving silently before she nodded and placed it in the basket. Taking one last glance at the drink, she moved slowly away, searching for a familiar brown-haired boy. * * * A flush sneaked onto his cheeks and his hand came up to rest on her cheek as Nugget settled down next to them with a huff of contentment. "I... I suppose I could be happy with that," he said, giving her a tentative grin.
He was at the aisle with the crackers, watching them curiously. "Hm.." *** She shifted, resting her arms around him and resting her head on his chest. "Now you're a bed."
She came up next to him and hooked arms with him, her hand taking his. "What are you doing?" * * * "I'm okay with being something, but I do need consistency in my life," he teased, kissing the top of her head as he rested his hands on the small of her back. "So, am I a bed, a chair, or something else? A futon, perhaps?"
"When in doubt," she said sagely, stepping forward and looking up at the top shelf with a glare, "get the ones with cheese." * * * "You'll be an anomaly," he said thoughtfully, tipping his head back to look at the stars. "You'll be the girl dating a futon. They'll make a reality show about you."
She turned abruptly, her eyes flashing with ferocity. There was a moment's silence before she turned back to the shelf and began to climb, scaling one and then two rows. * * * "I've heard of people in love with cars and with pool toys. Not futons, though."
"Ma'am, please get down from there," they would hear an employee say, approaching the two. Val looked down with a raised brow at the man as she grabbed the crackers, and he visibly faltered, looking up at her for a moment. "The shelves could fall," he said quietly. * * * "I'm a futon, though. By your own words, I am a futon. You're in love with a futon."
"Screw you," she called over her shoulder with a grin, tossing down two boxes of cheesy crackers. * * * "I am. But I'm also a futon. I'm sorry, I don't make the rules."
He caught them. "Alright, alright. You've had your fun so come on down." *** "You're the best thing ever."
She glanced down at him before grinning. "Catch me if I'm so small." * * * "Futons are nice... and convenient. First, it's a bed, then it's a couch."
She winked at him before falling backward, trusting him completely. * * * His face softened and he rubbed her back slowly. "Sleep, then."
The employee huffed irritably and Val offered him a box of cheesy crackers. He glared before turning and walking away. "Heathen," Val muttered under her breath. "Rejecting cheesy crackers." * * * "We have infinite days, Cal," he murmured. "Sleep."
