I have been planning this chapter for months and months. It was uh, it used to be different. It used to be fluffier. So sorry, loves. I will say that I was like, losing my mind writing this chapter because I was so excited and the dialogue had me squealing.

There's also more swearing in this chapter I think? A little bit. Sorry about that.

Anyways enjoy!

Seth knew when Morgan was hiding things from them. Morgan wasn't exactly a super spy. But they'd asked Fred to keep an eye on their dumbass roommate and Fred said everything was fine. Seth could tell that not everything was fine.

But it seemed like the Lynch-Drake household was going to pretend that everything was fine, and so Seth stashed their suspicions and headed out for a shopping spree.

The main task of this mission was to clean out their locker, including making sure that they got to keep their stupid store apron so that they'd have kindling next time there was a bonfire. After this shopping trip, Seth wanted to leave this whole section of their life behind. Seth knew Morgan was still antsy, still angry, and she was hiding something, but as long as Morgan wasn't meddling it would be okay.

So of course, Morgan had to meddle.

"I was thinking," Morgan said as they headed down aisle 11 in search of ginger ale, "lawsuit."

"What are you talking about?"

"There's clearly a case for negligence to be made and my dad knows a guy, pro bono."

Seth clenched their fists, wadding up the blue apron material they'd been holding onto while Morgan grabbed stuff from their grocery list.

"Great, fantastic, some hotshot lawyer from Nevada knows all of my business now. Love that for me."

"It's not some hotshot lawyer, it's my dad," Morgan pointed out, "and I think he could help us."

"Help us? I think that whenever it's your problem you don't want him to know any of it but when it's my problem, and it is my problem, not yours, suddenly you're running to your dad? That's hypocritical, Morgan."

"I was just trying to help, Seth! Do you think your problems don't affect me?"

"I'm sorry!" Seth snapped, "I'm sorry I don't have a job right now. If it's such a hassle for you to have an unemployed loser as a roommate I can crash on Sadie and Bennet's couch."

"That's not what I meant, dumbass! I care about you!" Morgan realized that she was in a grocery store and lowered her voice, helping a girl with a green streak in her hair get a bottle of coke from the top shelf.

"I don't want to talk about it here." Seth shoved the cart out of aisle 11, heading for aisle 7. Damn, Seth hated aisle 7. It was like the dumping ground for every random item that didn't fit anywhere else in the store. But they needed tea, flour, and sugar.

"Look, Seth, I just don't want to see you getting hurt. Why don't you want to do something about this? It's an injustice!"

"What kind of tea do you want?" Morgan stopped in her tracks, wishing that the question didn't make her feel wobbly and tired.

"I don't drink tea."

"Since when?"

"I just don't like tea anymore, but you can get whatever you want." Seth nodded and perused the labels while Morgan went ahead, dropping the topic of lawsuit though Seth hadn't dropped their frustration.

"Sugar," Seth reminded as Morgan grabbed a bag of flour.

"Yes?" Morgan joked, and Seth frowned.

"Stop fucking around so we can get out of here."

"Oh, you think this is all on me? I was just trying to make a joke," Morgan hugged the bags of flour and sugar, getting white powder on her purple sweater.

"This isn't the place, Morgan! It's not the place for your dumb jokes or your dumb attempts at helping when I don't need your help and I don't need your pity so just stop trying so hard!" Seth regretted the outburst immediately but they couldn't take it back.

One of the managers who hadn't been directly involved in firing Seth walked past, arms crossed as he looked down at someone who appeared to be an employee, "Young man, no breakdowns in aisle seven."

"I am not a man, I am not an employee, and I can break down in whatever damn aisle I want to!" Seth said, extending their arm and sweeping way too much tea into the cart.

"My apologies, m-ma'am."

"Wrong again!"

"Are you going to drink all of that tea?" Morgan asked quietly, placing a hand on Seth's shoulder, and Seth flinched away.

"Hell yeah. Let's blow this joint." Morgan nodded apologetically at the manager and followed Seth to check out. She would go back, probably to a different store, to get everything they had forgotten on their grocery list but for now, she just helped Seth scan and bag about a dozen different packages of tea at self-checkout, feeling a pit forming in her stomach and wondering if there was anything she could say to cool Seth's seething.

Neither of them spoke until they were in Seth's car.

"That was an experience," Morgan said quietly.

"Do you have to talk?"

"Do you? You just flipped out, Seth! And your anger is fine. It's okay to be mad, I'm mad too, but I don't understand why you're mad at me!"

"And you're not going to, Morgan! Because you can't put yourself in my shoes even if you wanted to, and that's the only thing that would help me right now. I'll drop you off at home, I'm gonna crash with Sadie and them." Morgan noticed that even in anger Seth called the apartment home. That made her feel a little better.

"I'm trying-" Morgan said.

"Stop. Stop trying so hard to help me and just think about it, Morgan. Just think about why I might be upset right now."

"Okay. I'm sorry, Seth."

"Yeah, me too." The roommates were quiet for the rest of the ride.

Wow, Ro, seems like you have some like, bottled-up hostility about certain aisles in grocery stores. Do you like, want to talk about it, or are you just going to write fanfics?

Anyways! Question of The Week: What's Your Least Favorite Aisle in a Grocery Store?

And a secondary question, did you spot the guest OC in the background of this episode? I sure hope so because there weren't that many characters in this chapter