Author's Note: And yet again, the hospital has delayed my second sister's birth so I am still sitting at home awaiting the call that I should headout on the road for the eight hour drive for her house. But, hey, that gives me the chance to update. Smiles to you. Hugs and well wishes and I hope that everyone had a wonderful Fourth of July. Angel422
Jude, Mason, and Tommy at a local shopping center later that afternoon...
Jude...
Okay, I have this theory in general about crazy people. When all else fails, do not be afraid to resort to shock treatment. Let's just say when the cart bumped into my ankles for the umpteenth time that afternoon, I decided with determined alacrity that it was time to move locations. I couldn't help but shake my head as I walked around the buggy to stand behind Tom—noting the way he pulled his shirt collar up higher around his neck and shoved his sunglasses further up his nose. Was he actually trying to disguise himself? I laughed.
"Jesus, Quincy, never been grocery shopping before? How do you manage getting clothes, food,….hah! oh, don't tell me you're an online shopaholic….?" I asked gently as Tommy growled. What a laugh, and I thought I hated supermarkets. Hell, I was beginning to enjoy the art quite extensively these days as I watched Quincy squirm. Hmmmm…so he wasn't going to answer. Well...
"Okay fine. Don't tell me." I replied with a wink before stopping gingerly in front of a crate of watermelons. A Bar-B-Q just wasn't a Bar-B-Q without watermelons. I fingered two of the greener ones as Tommy pranced from one foot to the other impatiently.
"This one or this one?" I asked Tom quizzically as he just shook his head quickly.
"God, Jude, just take the bigger one." Tommy muttered as I laughed. Okay, I've officially decided to start a guide on how to irritate the hell out of former Boy Banders. I think I'll call it 'Spazzed Out: A Re-creation of a Modern day Romance.' Hah! Narrowing my eyes, I bit my lower lip thoughtfully as I leaned over the fruit.
"Hmmmm…tell me Tom. Does size really matter?" I asked sincerely as Tommy stumbled accidentally against one of those posts that stores the plastic bags for bagging produce. Lord knows, I had perfect timing for moments like these because it was just about that time that Mason walked up with a bottle of lotion he had been telling me I should use called 'In Your Dreams." Tee Hee.
"I don't know, Jude. Maybe that's something I should be asking you." Tommy replied quietly as Mason looked between the two of us curiously.
"Why do I suddenly feel like I walked in on something that I, more than likely, don't need to be here to hear?" Mason asked haltingly as I shrugged before grinning wider than usual.
"We were just talking about size…." I began quite emphatically as Tommy grabbed me suddenly from behind while placing a hand firmly across my mouth before looking up at Mason with a grimace.
"Watermelons…we were talking about the size of watermelons." Tommy sputtered as I laughed against his palm. I could see Mason biting his lips as he nodded skeptically while running one of his own fingers across the top of a melon.
"Well you know what they say about size…?" Mason stated vaguely as Tommy quickly released me with a groan—stepping away from the two of us as he moved hurriedly down the aisle.
"Oh Jesus! What is up with you two…?" He ranted as I shrugged my shoulders before leaning down and lifting up the bigger watermelon with a chuckle.
"I'm guessing size does matter then." I mumbled whimsically as Mason howled.