i meant to post this yeaterday, but i was busy relaxing after finals and watching Christmas movies on TV... but this chapter should be entertaining.
And for the record, Skylark Evanson is a liar. she told me that she couldn't post anything while she was on vacation, and i looked today and she's posted like 3 stories. LIAR! lol jkjk i luv u!
POV: Kevin
I pushed the cart behind Gwen, trying to look like I felt home in the super Wal-Mart store, which I really wasn't. There were all these fat people around in red suits and decorations and lights and holiday sales… it all just drove me mad. But of course, Ben was practically in heaven. Nothing could hold him back from looking at every single toy that there was to offer in the store.
The smell of leather and mint and something I couldn't identify was just annoying me to the max. I mean, this store had everything. Why couldn't it just be a normal store that sold one specific thing? It just irked me.
"Can we go home now?" I asked once our cart was almost full. "And can we even afford all of this stuff?"
"You'll be fine," Gwen said, tossing another roll of wrapping paper at me. "This stuff is cheap and Christmas is in two days. We'll be okay."
"That's likely," I said under my breath.
She spun on me, nearly making me run into her with the cart. "Can't you at least try to be a little enthusiastic about this? You're gonna have your first real Christmas in two days, and you're ruining this for all of us."
I just looked at her blankly. "You're pretty when you're mad."
"Well I'm about to look drop-dead gorgeous in a minute if you don't get your act together and stop spoiling this for Ben. We've never had a real Christmas in years, either."
"You're always drop-dead gorgeous."
"You are so lucky we're in public right now or you would've been dead three seconds ago."
We pulled into a check-out lane and waited for what felt like forever to actually get to the cashier. I was just a little too claustrophobic for this place.
"One hundred and fifty dollars, ninety-three cents," the cashier said.
My jaw just about fell off. "Gwen, you said we could afford this stuff!"
"I have coupons!" She handed about twenty clips of paper over the counter.
"And that drops the price to about… ninety-nine fifty."
I sighed in relief. "Good."
We got all of our bags – I had a feeling that a lot of them were for other people – we went outside to get back to my car.
"Hey, Kevin," Gwen said softly. "See that guy over there? The one ringing the bell?"
"Yeah? What about him?"
"Go give him this." She shoved a few coins into my hand.
"Why? Is he homeless?"
"No. He works for the Salvation Army. They help families who don't have much make it through the winter. The money gets them new coats and warm clothes and toys for the kids who need them."
"Well, what do I do? Just give it to him?"
"Stick it in the red bucket."
"Okay." I put the money in the bucket, and went back to them. "What was so significant about that?"
"Don't you feel good now that you know you've helped someone?"
"Not really."
JSYK, all those comments about Wal-mart being suckish and all was just Kevin talking. i love Wal-mart!
