The rest of the school day was a blur. I spent the hours counting down until I could see Seth again. God, what happened to me? Innocent, little, composed me. Now I was worrying about what I wore and spending all day thinking about some guy. I guess that's what happens when you meet the one. I was getting my books from locker when a large figure began leaning against the locker next to me.
"So?"
"So?"
"Have you decided what's for dinner?" God, he looked adorable when he smirked that.
"I don't know. I'm going to the store now, what do you want?" His smirk turned into a grin from ear to ear.
"To come with you."

I smiled, "I really gotta stop asking you that."

We walked out into the parking lot and down a road opposite of the way to my grandmother's. All of a sudden, I realized I had no clue where the grocery store was. "Seth? Where are we going?" He chuckled and told me the grocery store was just a mile or so down the road. "I feel like Little Red Riding Hood," I mumbled.

He smiled, "What?"

"Well, I should be going to my grandmother's house, but instead, here I am travelling to some unbeknownst place with the big bad wolf." Seth just looked at me. Sometimes when he looked at me like that, it was like nothing else mattered. Just him and me. Like I was his best friend in the entire universe, and as long as we had each other, everything else would somehow fall into place.

We joked around the rest of the way. The entire time, I struggled with the temptation of grabbing Seth's hand. I had a feeling my petite hand would fit nicely in his big, warm one.

Friends. I kept reminding myself. We were just friends.

The moment we finally got to the grocery store was the moment Seth decided to act like a five year old. He ran straight across the parking lot to the grocery carts. When I caught up to him, he looked at me with a serious look in his eye and demanded I get in the cart.

"Excuse me?" I was dumbfounded.

"You heard me. Get in the cart, babe." And I did.

I just sat criss-cross in the cart as Seth pushed me around aimlessly through the aisles for a while. We didn't talk. It was nice. It was a comfortable silence. I felt awful breaking it by asking, "So what are we getting?"

"Brownies. Some Dr. Pepper. Oh and some jelly beans. Can we get jelly beans? And maybe some Starburst…" he continued on naming various candies.

"No. Oh, no, no, no. I am not giving you candy, Seth Clearwater. You're hyper enough as it is. I don't even want to think about what you're like hyped on sugar and I am defiantly not going to experiment with that and have to deal with you all night," I sat shaking my head. I felt like I was shooting a puppy in the face looking into his big eyes. I hated being the bad guy.

"Can we still get the brownies?" He looked so depressed.

"Of course we can, sweetie. But do you want to eat for dinner?" He smiled.

"Ummmmm." He had to think about it. "What's your favorite meal?" He stared at me with those eyes.

I told him my favorite meal was pizza, from this little restaurant in my home town. My dad used to take me there all the time when I was kid. I felt a lump forming in the back of my throat. "You'll have to take me there some time," Seth said. "But for now, how about some pasta?" I nodded.

We got all the stuff and got on line. A young girl with orange hair braided into pigtails was our cashier. She looked down at me sitting in the cart with a slight look of disgust. That look completely changed as she saw Seth. "Uh, hey Seth. How've ya been?" She awkwardly looked around the store.

"Pretty good, Cindy…" Well, there was nothing awkward about this at all.

"That's good…" She looked down at me as she bagged the groceries, probably trying to figure out what I was doing with Seth.

"This is Maggie," he introduced me. I waved shyly from my seat. She faked a smile as she tried to put the grocies back in the cart without crushing me.

As we left the parking lot, I was hoping Seth would explain what had just happened. But seeing how that wasn't going to happen… "Who was that?"

"My ex-girlfriend."

"What happened?" I was afraid what I was asking was too personal, but he was my soul mate, gosh darnit. It was my right to know.

"It just didn't work. She wasn't really my type. She was sorta snobby. Kind of a bitch," he said helping me out of the cart. "Why? Jealous?" he smirked again.

"No. I just, I think it's my right to know."

He laughed a little, shocked that I dare say that. "You're right?"

"Yes. I am your "soul mate", aren't I? I think I'm entitled to know about you and strange, mysterious cashiers that give me dirty looks as I sit there awkwardly."

"Somebody's jealous," he sung as we started the walk back to my grandma's house.

So..sorry. I haven't been on in forever. But good news. I finally got my own computer for the first time in almost three years yesterday so I can post again :) I was originally planning on combining this with the Romeo & Juliet story but reconsidering that now. yes, no? Please tell me whatcha think.3