Laurens strolled down the frrrrozzzzen food aisle of ShopRite, pushing the cart much harder than normal. See, a Hamilton in a shopping cart is not as easy to push as you might think. Alexander looks so small and angsty, but really, he's heavy and angsty.

An employee from ShopRite with a stern look stopped Hamilton in his tracks as Alexander reached out of the cart to grab a pint of ice cream, "Pardon me, sir, but I'm afraid you will have to get out of that shopping cart or you will be banned from ShopRite."

"Harsh," Laurens said.

"Excuse me sir, I know you're not joking, but your attitude's getting kind of provoking," Hamilton declared in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I can't apologize because it's true," The employee scowled, "Your friend's a scoundrel and so it seems are you,"

"I'm sorry," Laurens said, "What?"

"Look who's talking," Hamilton mocked, ignoring Laurens. "Now I'm going to do one thing that will make you regret ever stepping close to me." He stood up on the shopping cart, which made the employee flinch. Hamilton slowly moved his coat to the side, which showed a gun. "I don't think you want to mess with me,"

"Oh," Laurens chirped, "And I don't think you'll want to be calling the police," John looked at the employee's name tag, "Mr. Eacker. Ah, the fourth of July speaker. You embarrassed Hamilton's legacy in front of a crowd, and you decided to shoot his son didn't you? My father, a lawyer, will be so happy to hear."

The employee glared into Laurens's eyes and said, "You better watch your back," and stalked off.

"That's what I thought!" Alexander called into the now abandoned frrrrozzzzen aisle (almost abandoned, he and Laurens were still there). He sat back down in the cart.

"We're savages," Laurens said.

"Dang right," Hamilton said, leaning up and kissing Laurens on the forehead.

"Okay," Laurens laughed, "You don't seem like a savage anymore!"

"Anything for you my love," Hamilton said cheesily (that's a word now). "Now back to what I had planned," He opened the freezer and pulled out 7 cartons of Ben & Jerry's cookie dough ice cream. "We'll share," Alex explained, "We'll split the seventh container,"

"Okay!" Laurens shrugged, and bolted down the aisle without the shopping cart, leaving Hamilton behind.

"Hey!" The mentioned man cried.

"Oh. You." Laurens said with disgust, but then laughed and sprinted back down the aisle, grabbing the cart and trudging it behind him.


"Celery or dates," Hamilton sang, lifting the food into the air. (a/n: referenced to treasury or state (celery or dates))

"Ew," Laurens said, "Neither,"

"Okay," Hamilton shrugged, throwing the vegetable behind him, but keeping the date in his hand, "Laurens, will you go on a-" He held up the date, "With me?"

"Alex," Laurens said, "We've been on a million dates,"

"I know!" Hamilton said defensively, tossing the fruit in to the date pile, "It was just a joke."

"Nice try," Laurens said, pushing the cart. "Ya know what?"

"What?" Alex asked.

"Get out of that cart it's my turn." Laurens said, already pushing Alex.

"No!"

"Yes! Get out!"

"I'm not budging!" Hamilton said, crossing his arms.

"Yes you wi-" Laurens was interrupted by his own scream of peril, "Ah!" The cart fell over, bringing Laurens down with it.

"Ow," Alex mumbled, when a pint of ice cream hit him on the arm, but other than that, he seemed fine.

"Ugh," Laurens groaned. He, on the other hand, was forced into the shopping cart when it fell over and his stomach hit the rim of the shopping cart in just the right way that he almost threw up on Alex's head.

"Here," Alex said, slowly getting up. "Take my hand, and don't put any pressure on the shopping cart,"

"Okay?" Laurens said, confused about what Alex was about to do.

Hamilton quickly pulled the shopping cart from underneath him, but Laurens didn't take his weight off of the cart, so he completely fell to the ground, Alex crumpling on top of him. Although, they were really close, which Laurens liked, and they were face-to-face, which would make it hard for them to move. Alexander raised his eyebrows in a flirty way, which completely ruined the moment.

"And you just ruined your chance," Laurens declared putting all of his effort into shoving Hamilton off of him.

"Nuuuuuuuu!" Alexander complained, reaching for Laurens's arm.

"Nope. You ruined it and you ain't getting that moment back," Laurens did want to kiss him now, but it just wasn't the time. He swatted at Hamilton's arm, but he missed. In that split second of vulnerable-ness, Hamilton swiped Laurens over and pecked him on the lips. Laurens glared, but he couldn't hide his bright red cheeks.

"OHHHH!" Hamilton shouted, a bit too loud, then he said, (quieter) "You LIKED that!"

"I will admit I did," Laurens sighed, giving up, "But you don't deserve it," He hopped into the shopping cart and declared, "Push me, peasant!"

"Nope," Hamilton said quickly. He hastily scooped up the fallen ice cream and ran into the cereal aisle.

"No, wait!" Laurens cried, sprinting after his boyfriend, forgetting about the shopping cart.