A/n: Chapter Two! Yay!! PLZ review!
Lindsey stood next to Jessi in front of the smudged Wal*Mart mirrors.
"I'm telling you, he was a hottie," she said, applying mascara to her upper lashline.
"Ok, he was hot, but he was walking with another dude."
She shoved the applicator into the container, and turned to her friend, "You just can't let me enjoy this, can you?"
Jessica shrugged, and ran a tube of lipstick across her mouth.
The two girls finished their makeup, and put all their stuff away.
"You think they're still in the store?" Lindsey asked opening the white door.
Jessi shrugged again, but stopped and looked at her friend, "Hot like hot-hot, or hot like Jeff hot?"
"Hey! Jeff was hot."
"I would hope so, you went out with him for four years."
Lindsey laughed and followed Jessi out.
Heather sat in the basket of one steel cart, and Sarah in the other; Lindsey behind one, and Jessi behind another.
"Ok, down the freezer section, around the tomato soup display, figure eight around the plastic santas, and stuffed reindeer, then up the cereal aisle, and across the finish line, I marked it with paint tape," Beyonce announced , holding up a roll of blue tape, "Get ready, GO!"
The girls giggled and spun easily around the Santa, and reindeer, and down the cereal aisle, but they were veered off course, when two men blocked the aisle.
"What the shit are you sluts doing?"
Lindsey ear perked up, as she helped Heather out of the flipped cart. She turned and saw the duo from earlier. The shorter of the two, Silent Bob she'd figured, looked dumbfounded a box of Cocoa Puffs in his hand, dumping on the ground.
"You do know you're wasting Cocoa Puffs, right?" Lindsey asked, pointing at the box. Bob jumped and held the box up to an upward position.
"I want a fucking answer," the tall one said again.
"We were racing carts," Jessi said, putting her cart on four wheels.
"Oh, well shit, you could tell a fucker."
"Some mouth, huh?" Heather said to Lindsey.
"Hey, you're the chick from the parking lot," he said, eyeing Lindsey.
"Chick from the parking lot, oh, you're the one who was going off on the Star Wars tangent."
"Tangent, what the fuck does that mean?" He didn't sound mad, more of excited, in more ways than one.
"Nevermind."
"Oh, well, my names Jay, and lunchbox here, is my hetro life-mate Silent Bob."
"Hi, I'm Lindsey, this is Heather, Jessi, Sarah, and that ass over there is Beyonce," She pointed out.
"Must be the luckiest son of a bitch out there."
"Not really, he's eyeing you more that Trip," Jessi said to the tall guy in front of her. Jay easily towered over Jessi, Heather, and Lindsey who were roughly the same height, and Sarah came about two inches shorter than him. Jessi, Heather, and Lindsey were about the same height of Silent Bob.
"How old are you anyway?" Sarah asked quickly.
"What's the fuck with all these questions?"
"They're just curious, I guess," Lindsey answered, "We're 18."
"Sweet, legal," Jay said to Silent Bob, who lived up to his name, and had only shaken there hands when they greeted.
Lindsey rolled her eyes.
"Great, Jeff-hot," Jessi said.
"Jeff-hot, what the fuck does that mean?" Jay asked.
"Never mind," Lindsey said quickly, "Since we ruined your breakfast, you want to go get something at Denny's?"
Jay looked at the mess, then back at Lindsey, "Ok, but we'd better go before the janitors kick the shit out of us."
He grabbed her arm, and practically drug her from the store, the rest of the entourage followed.
"He always like that?" Heather asked Bob as the left the store.
Bob nodded exuberantly, and Heather laughed at the mute man.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jay and Silent Bob, and I ain't Kevin Smith or Jason Mewes!