"This is not awesome," Devon said, looking at the seemingly millions of choices on the shelf. "How do we know which ones to get?"

"I have no clue, dude," Chuck said. "I'm just glad to get out of that house."

"Me too, bro," Devon said, "but we need to pick. What is Sarah's favorite ice cream flavor?"

"Rocky road," Chuck said, pulling a pint of ice cream out of the freezer.

"Okay, Ellie's is mint chocolate chip," Devon said, getting a pint of ice cream from the freezer.

"All set?" Chuck asked. "We have their favorites. We don't need more, right?"

"I don't think so," said Devon. "Do we have everything?"

The two looked at the contents of their cart. It was filled with packages of cookies, chips, soup, soda, pickles, yogurt, and ice cream.

"Man, you'd think they're pregnant," Devon said.

"Haha, yeah," Chuck laughed. "But there's no way Sarah's pregnant."

"You never know," Devon said.

"Trust me," Chuck said. "I know."

"Whatever you say, man" Devon said. "But I just noticed we're missing one thing."

"What?" asked Chuck.

"You know," whispered Devon. "Female products."

"Oh," Chuck said. "Let's go get them then."

"Right behind you, Chuck," Devon said.

Chuck took a deep breath and started pushing the cart out of the ice cream aisle. Devon followed close behind.

It can't be that bad, right? Chuck asked himself as he maneuvered through the grocery store. Guys buy their girlfriends this stuff all the time. Nothing to be embarrassed about.

I can't believe we're actually doing this, Devon thought as he and Chuck came closer to the personal hygiene section of the store. One of the most embarrassing things a guy can do.

"Remember our contingency plan?" Chuck asked, stopping just outside of the aisle with the feminine products.

"You mean our only plan?" Devon asked.

"Yeah," Chuck nodded.

"Yes," Devon said. "I remember."

"Then let's do this," Chuck said, a look of determination on his face.

Chuck pushed the cart while trying not to hit the few other people that were also in the aisle. And Devon grabbed various packs of tampons and maxi pads off of the shelf as quickly as he could.

"How many?" Devon asked, his arms full.

"That should be plenty," Chuck said as he helped Devon load the packages into the cart.

"Good," Devon said. "We're done."

"Yep," Chuck said. "All we have to do now is pay for all of it."

"Great," Devon sighed.

Devon took the cart this time and Chuck led the way to the checkout lines.

That went well, Chuck thought. The aisle was almost empty and no one gave us any trouble.

Man, that was awful, Devon thought. There were people in that aisle. But not just people, chicks. And they were looking at me and Chuck like we were crazy. I'm glad we're almost done.

They reached the lines and Chuck picked the one with the fewest people. Unfortunately, the line was still eight people long.

"Guess we'll just have to wait," Chuck said, grabbing a magazine from the little stand by the candy.

"Fine," Devon said, also taking a magazine.

Chuck started flipping through the issue of People he was holding.

Let's see, he mused. The Jonas Brothers talk about their purity rings. Boring. Miley Cyrus thinking about taking on more mature roles. So she can get "the beesst of both worlds". More mindless Hollywood crap. What a surprise. Hey, this looks interesting.

"After months of waiting and numerous campaigns, fans get an answer from NBC," Chuck read aloud. ""It's good news and bad news," says a representative of NBC. "The good news is that the fans will get their show back, but there will be a budget cut. The bad news is that, due to scheduling, it won't be back until March." So, fans, there you have it. The show Casey will be coming back...in March."

Who would name a show "Casey"? thought Chuck. But whatever. Stupid move by NBC. Way to lose viewers.

"Hey, Chuck," Devon said. "Our turn."

"Huh?" asked Chuck, looking up to see Devon loading things on the conveyor belt. "Oh, right."

Chuck placed the magazine back in its place and then started to help Devon with the groceries.

"My, my, boys," said the middle-aged cashier, "looks like you have some problems. Why do you need so many tampons?"

"My sister and my girlfriend are having some trouble and we were sent to the store," Chuck told the woman.

"I see," said the cashier, "but this is enough tampons to last for at least two years."

"Well, ma'am, we aren't sure which ones to get," explained Devon.

"Don't "ma'am" me. It makes me feel old," said the cashier. "Please call me "Mary"."

"Um, okay, Mary," began Chuck, "what do we do?"

"Put all of this back and start again," Mary said. "My shift's over now, so I'll help."

"Thanks, Mary," Devon said. "But can't we just buy this?"

"If you want to spend over a hundred dollars for melted ice cream and pads that those girls don't need right now, be my guest," Mary said, scanning a jar of pickles.

"No, we don't," said Chuck, taking a deep breath. "We'd be glad if you would help us, right, Devon?"

"Yeah, sure," Devon said. "Please."

"Smart boys," Mary said, smiling and quickly cancelling the purchase.

She placed all of the things back into the cart and closed her register in less than five minutes.

"Ready, boys?" Mary asked, leading them toward the hygiene aisle.

"As ready as we'll ever be," Chuck said, following Mary.

"This is not awesome," muttered Devon, following behind Chuck.


A/N: Lots of dialogue and almost no description. I know. Sorry. Also unedited. Double sorry.

Hope you like the idea at least. :)

Thanks go to Zerectica (Amazing author and person, so check her stories out.) for pretty much telling me to write and finish this chapter/part because I have "a lot" of unfinished fics. Thanks, Z! :D