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"Sale on strawberries," said Darien, putting a carton of the fruit in his shopping cart. "Can't say no to that."

He read the rest of the items on his shopping list—cereal, milk, eggs, bread.

Groaning, he considered the possibility that he may be as uptight as a certain blonde Meatball Head calls him seeing what he wrote on his list. No unhealthy indulgences of ice cream or cheesecakes.

Just the standard items on every grocery list before people start filling in personal favorites. Did he not have personal favorites? Perhaps it was time to branch out and take a risk.

Reaching forward, he picked up a green tinted jar.

Pickled Radishes.

"Maybe not that big of a risk..." Rolling his eyes, he pushed his cart along away from the pickled radishes.

"So how was the date?" asked a voice from the opposite isle.

"Not even taking risks romantically," he muttered under his breath. Though the only risk he'd like to take with his dating life would be with a certain blonde—

"It was pretty nice."

No way!

Darien's cart froze as he recognized the voice that replied—a certain Meatball Headed voice. Then his eyes widened realizing what question she just answered...

"I wasn't sure what to expect at first," she continued, "but it turned out to be really sweet."

NO. WAY.

"This can't be happening," he muttered. "She can't really mean—"

"Your parents didn't mind?" asked the original voice.

Probably her red-headed friend, figured Darien. The voice seemed to be fading—like the girls were moving backwards. Quickly turning his cart around, he followed from his own isle. He congratulated himself for finally taking a risk—stalking high school girls...

Following their voices from his own isle, he pretended to be interested in the items on the shelves to avoid suspicion. Items he couldn't even pay attention to besides just seeing their colors.

"Mom was pretty excited," replied the blonde. "And Dad was reluctant—"

"Yes!" silently cheered Darien, clutching his fist in joy. Thank God for overprotective fathers! His Serena and dates? No thank you! "Should send that man a fruit basket—"

"—but Daddy warmed up to the idea later."

"—a fruit basket of picked radishes," groaned Darien. He pulled at his hair and squeezed his eyes shut. Blocking out everything. Anything to get away—even if it meant pretending with the oh-so-famous 'If you can't see it, it's not there' game.

"So you're thinking another date night?" asked her friend.

"Please say no," silently begged Darien from the other isle. "Please please please—"

"Definitely!" replied the blonde. "It was so much fun I really want to do one again—soon!"

Darien bit his hand to keep from groaning. The flesh winced in protest but it was either this or charge down her isle and demand to know about this date of hers. Question why it happened with this guy. Beg for her never to go again—never with anyone but him...

"Sammy really enjoyed himself," continued the blonde. "I've never seen anyone eat so many dates!"

Choking, Darien hit his chest suddenly. "What?" he bit out. "What does that—"

He saw locks of blonde hair enter his isle before the rest of her followed. Gripping his cart, he waited until she turned to face towards the isle—right into him.

"Oh," she said, looking up at him in surprise. "Hi."

"Hey, Meatball Head," he replied. He nodded towards her friend in greeting.

The red head said a friendly hello.

Reaching two feet to the left, Serena pulled up a small container. It was filled to the brim with dark, red-wine colored cylinders. They were shiny and he could smell their sweet scent.

"Have you tried these?" she asked, showing him the container. "My family and I had a great night eating them."

Leaning forwards, he read the item. Sunrise Dates.

Hope you all liked this one! It's just fun to tease Darien. XD

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