Scott found Mitch again in the checkout lanes. Kirstie had gone to a different lane, for who knows what reason. Mitch turned to Scott.
"Scott, you know how bad I am at waking up early. How am I going to do this?"
Scott saw a perfect opportunity. "Oh, I'll wake you up." Mitch smiled.
"Thanks."
Scott saw Kirstie watching from a few lanes over. She winked at him. He smiled back at her. He checked out his stuff and had nineteen cents left over. Mitch had fifty. When they got back to Kirstie, they found that she had twenty three cents left. They showed off what they had bought. Scott had bought thirteen items, Kirstie had bought fifteen, and Mitch had somehow bought twenty. Twenty different items. Granted, they were all foods, but still.
When they got back to Scott and Mitch's place, Mitch walked up to the door first. He opened the door to see a clown mask hanging from the ceiling. Mitch shrieked and jumped backwards.
"Scott! Clowns!" Scott was doing a really good job of keeping a straight face. Kirstie turned her acting skills full on. "Wait, Scott, weren't you telling me about a gang of clowns who kidnap people?" Scott nodded. Kirstie giggled. "Nice try, guys." Mitch jumped up from where he had sat down on the floor.
"You think this is a joke? Why would I willingly look at a clown?" Mitch sounded close to tears. Scott wrapped his arms around Mitch. Mitch buried his face into Scott's shoulder and cried. Kirstie marveled at how great of an actor Mitch was.
"Well, I'm gonna go..."
"No!" Mitch cried out, reaching over with lightning fast reflexes, grabbing her wrist. "You can't! They'll get you!" Mitch really had tears running down his face. Kirstie couldn't say no.
"Fine. I need some sleep."
"But it's only 8:30..."
"Good night, Scott. Good night, Mitch."
"Good night, Kirstie."
Kirstie curled up on the couch. She couldn't wait for tomorrow.
