Ricky: “Rick, the freezer is full.” You tried again to shove the box of Hot Pockets into the overflowing freezer to no avail. After another minute of this Ricky came over to open the box, sticking each individual Hot Pocket into the freezer. You finished unpacking the last bag and went back to cooking dinner. You’d started hours ago but you’d run out of pasta and a few ingredients for the sauce, which turned into a full shopping trip. As you reach for the pasta your heart dropped. You frantically scanned the room but the only thing left to be put away was the box of fruit snacks Ricky was currently digging into. “Babe…” you groaned “We forgot the pasta.” Ricky froze. “Shit… well what else can we eat?” “Wha- No! I’ve already started the sauce and the chicken, if we don’t do pasta it’ll go to waste!” Ricky’s hand goes to his forehead, already dreading your answer. “So… we go back to the store?” You nodded solemnly “It’s the only way.” Your boyfriend takes a deep breath before pulling out his keys and heading towards the door, “Fine, but we’re also buying a notepad for the kitchen because I swear to god we’re never shopping without a list again!”
Chris: You winced as your boyfriend pulled you into the store. “But I don’t want toooo.” You hated Wal-Mart. The only time the two of you ever shopped there was was when you really needed something and everywhere else was closed. This was one of those times. “Babe, our fridge has two diet cokes and some ketchup. It’s either this or we don’t eat.” Sadly, this was true. Chris had just gotten back from tour and you’d been working all week, so your kitchen was baron. Chris loaded up the cart as you whined up and down the isles. “We could just get take out.” He snorted “Y/N I saw like 14 pizza boxes back there- you built a fort around the kitchen trash.” This was true, but it hardly seemed like an issue. “I’d rather live on pizza then stay in Wal-Mart for another minute.” Chris turned and smiled devilishly back at you. “Fine.” He said stepping back. “If you can get this and put it in the cart, we’ll call it good and go home.” He gestured to the same goddamn cereal you’d been reaching for when you first met- which was still on the top of the goddamn shelf. You looked your boyfriend dead in the eyes. “I hate you.” Chris just laughed as he grabbed your cereal from the shelf. “Next we need pasta.”
Ryan: “The store brand is a better deal as long as it tastes the same. Not even the same, it just has to taste good.” “Yup.” “But the store brand also has more calories and fat content, I mean neither of us are trying to lose weight but we should still eat healthy.” “Yup.” “Ryan,” You cried, swatting his shoulder with one of the boxes of mac n’ cheese you were holding, “you’re not being helpful!” Ryan tilts his head up, the rest of him still slumped over the cart’s handle bar. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry, be helpful!” Ryan straightens up and pulls you closer “Babe,” he mutters as he plants a kiss on your forehead, “It doesn’t matter what brand mac n’ cheese we buy, just pick one.” You lightly swat at his chest, “Ry, that’s why you’re here! You know how indecisive I am, you’re supposed to help!” Ryan rolls his eyes and blindly takes one of the boxes from you and chucks it into the cart. “There, decided.” You smile up at him, “See this is why I need you.”
Vinny: “Ok,” you mumble checking things off your list, “next we need bread.” “And ice cream.” Vinny adds, “Oh and chips! I ran out yesterday.” “I thought we were going to start eating healthy. Remember we talked about broccoli?” “I can’t eat broccoli while gaming. I need snacks. Popcorn, Fruit by the Foot, Tostinos, Chips Ahoy, stuff you only need one hand to eat. And that actually tastes good.” You sigh looking down at your cart. It was filled with raw meats, vegetables, and any other fresh ingredients you could need for some great meals. However those meals would take hours of prep, and as delicious as they would be it would probably be just as satisfying to stick to corn dogs and pizza rolls. “Fuck it.” You’d given in. It’s probably cheaper this way anyway. “Alright new plan: I’m gonna put this crap back, you get another cart for the good stuff.” Vinny cheered as he ran off, and you crumpled your list, finally looking forward to your easy frozen dinner tonight.
Devin: “C’mon slow-poke,” you called as you started to skate away on the cart “Let’s get my Oreos and get out!” “That’s not even what we’re here for!” Your boyfriend ran up behind you and grabbed hold of the cart just in time to stop you from crashing into a display. It was 3am and insomnia had taken hold of you for the 4th night this week. Devin, once again woken up by your antics, decided it was time for the big guns. He steered you over to the pharmacy section and started loading the cart with melatonin, valerian root, Tylenol PM, and anything else that so much as had drowsiness as a side effect. You rocked back and forth on your heels as Devin compared two bottles. “You know what’d be great right now? Mountain Dew.” “Fuck. No. That’s the complete opposite of what we’re trying to accomplish here.” You groan and stomp your foot, exhaustion quickly bringing out your childish side.“Come on Dev, I’m bored, do you want me to be bored?” “I want you to be tired.” You sigh and let your eyes wander around the pharmacy. “Hey Dev, you know what’d make me really tired?” You coo. Devin looks up to see you tilting your head toward the condom rack. He can’t help but smirk. “Toss ‘em in the cart.”
