Chapter 18
Checkout
I stood at the front of the store, waiting for the boys. I had grabbed some clothes and shoes that would fit Rogue and I. No doubt the boys were in the electronics section playing the Crash Bandicoot demo.
They finally came up, and to my utter disbelief, they were arguing between two DVDs.
I glared at them and Bobby took them both back to electronics where they belonged.
"John, we don't need candy. It's 8:30 in the morning." I moaned, as John reached around me and browsed through the candy section.
"It's never too early for candy." he informed me seriously, tossing a few colorful bags onto the clothes he and Bobby had amassed.
"Whatever." I said, throwing our stuff onto the moving counter.
The cashier rang it up and informed us our total was $89.54. I pulled the cash out of the waistband of my shorts and handed it to her.
"Nice pocket." John smirked, as we waited at the front for Bobby to rejoin our party.
"Yeah, well, I though about stuffing it down my cleavage, but I figured that would probably complete the image and part of me appearing to be a teenage prostitute." I shrugged, pushing my hair out of my eyes.
"What's this about cleavage and teenage prostitutes?" Bobby asked curiously, coming up behind us, sans DVDs.
"We were talking about stuffing money down Anna's cleavage. And then turning her into a teenage prostitute." John explained happily,
"Mind out of the gutter. Cleavage. Whatever." I instructed, spotting Scott's car speeding towards us.
"You started it." John protested childishly.
"And I'm finishing it." I snapped, climbing into the car behind him, considering shocking him in the ass just for the hell of it.
I decided against it, remembering last night, and sat the rest of the trip in silence between the two boys, with John contentedly flicking his lighter open and shut, and Bobby acting as a human Mapquest for Logan, so we could get to his house.
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