Lookie what I gots! A NEW CHAPTER! :) I've been working on this another another chapter for a few days, and though I started this one second I finished first. Plus it's fluffier, and I promised fluff. :) Though I didn't exactly do a kiss... um.. next time! Or.. the time after next time! ;D For sure! I already have a few ideas... Goodness this is so exciting!

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Grocery shopping with Shawn has never been easy. Or at least, I'd assume it has never been easy. I really wouldn't know, since this is the first time we've gone grocery shopping together.

As a couple.

He kept bouncing around and snatching things off the shelf, tossing them into the basket or holding it up to me and sticking out his bottom lip. It was cute, but he wasn't five anymore and I was starting to get impatient. It really didn't have to take 45 minutes to get a loaf of bread, a bag of Cheetos Twisted Puffs (after a full five minutes of begging and pleading on his part), two pineapples (I had to make him put six back), a box of Apple Jacks (they happen to be quite delicious, and it has absolutely nothing to do with a certain horoscope I once got), and a box of cake batter along with frosting (now that I know what not to do, I think Lassiter will definitely enjoy a little birthday surprise).

"Shawn, I'm serious, go find the milk and bring back two gallons."

What he brought back to me was two gallons of Mountain Dew, one tucked under each arm, and the biggest Hershey chocolate bar I have ever seen cradled in his hands.

"No."

"But-"

"Shawn…"

"Oh-kay…" He sighed grumpily, dragging his feet back down the aisle and disappearing around the corner, turning back once to give me his best hopeful puppy-dog face he could muster.

I returned it with my best "I said 'no'" face before turning back to the contents on the shelf I had been examining and frowned at the difficult decision I now had to make: rainbow sprinkles, or chocolate?

20 minutes later we had managed to get most of the things on our grocery list and were just making our way towards the vegetables when Shawn came to an abrupt halt.

"Wait."

I turned to see what was wrong, but he was just standing there between the tomatoes and the watermelon. His head was tilted up and to the side a little with his brow furrowed and his mouth set in a firm line, and he looked almost like he was listening for something.

"Shawn?" I asked, only to be hushed by his fingers on my lips, which tingled at the touch and made my breath hitch.

After a few seconds he relaxed and a huge smile erupted on his face, nearly stretching from ear to ear. His warm hazel eyes had an extra sparkle in them, and I felt like he knew something I didn't.

"Listen," He whispered, his grin fading to a blissful touch of a smile on his lips as he inched closer to me.

I tried, I really did. I tried to focus entirely on the sounds of the grocery store, expecting to hear one of the cashiers made some hilarious comment over the loud speaker or a toddler throwing a tantrum, but I couldn't hear a single thing.

So I threw a confused glance at Shawn, who appeared shocked I couldn't hear what he wanted me to hear.

"Are you listening?" He asked urgently, the smile slowing slipping into a frown.

"Yes, Shawn. Can't you just tell me?" I pleaded, cocking my head and sidling closer to him to close the three inch gap that separating us.

He did what he claimed was a 'high pitched chuckle,' but I liked to call it his 'man giggle.' I loved it when he made that sound, it was adorable and bubbly and every time he did it, I got this flash of Shawn as a small child giggling at something silly.

"It's our song." He murmured, leaning in to plant a kiss on my nose.

When he leaned back out, I was gaping at him. Our song? We had a song? This was news to me.

"Listen again!" He urged with ebullience, bouncing a little on his heels and wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me into him.

"Alright…" I mumbled, closing my eyes to show him I was doing my best. Now that I knew what I was listening for, the background music played for the customers started sounding familiar. Opening my eyes, I searched his face for any hints as to where I'd heard it before and just why exactly it was our song.

"You don't remember?" Shawn sounded crestfallen, and it was making me feel horrible. "This is a couple skate. Couples only." His voice was deep, like he was impersonating someone, and suddenly it all clicked.

The song wasn't from our first date, it wasn't playing the first time we kissed, it wasn't playing during any event while we'd been a couple. It came before that, a long time before that.

It was after we had closed the roller derby case, when I had gone to return my skates and found Shawn at the rink. It was one of those memories I had tucked away, and hadn't relived for a while. The announcer had called it a couples skate, and Shawn had somehow convinced me to skate with him. I hadn't really counted it as us being a couple, but maybe at the time he had. At least for that night.

A grin spread across my face as I remembered how he'd stumbled just to have an excuse for grabbing my arm, and how I told him "No hands," but less than a minute later our fingers were intertwined.

"You remember!"

The song was Space Age Love Song by A Flock of Seagulls, a song I hadn't heard since that night. As the music wafted from the speakers to my ears, all of the lyrics seemed to come back to me. And they fit, they fit so well. Shawn made me smile, he touched my mind, and he had made me cry (remind me to tell you exactly how we had come to be an official couple).

I bit my lip and nodded, leaning in for a hug. But he pulled away, much to my surprise. I shot him a confused glance, trying not to frown. What was this? He points out our "our song" is playing then pulls away?

I was still holding the basket in one hand, and he gently unwrapped my fingers from the handles and set the basket on the cold tile floor. Then he rested one hand on my waist, and took my hand in the other.

"Dance with me," The way he said it made it seem like it wasn't a question, but it wasn't a demand, either. I could barely hold back a smile as I lifted my free hand to place on his shoulder.

And we danced to our song, right in the middle of the fruits and vegetables section of the grocery store, in between the tomatoes and watermelon. An old lady took her husband's hand as they pushed their cart by, a knowing smile crossing both of their faces that soon changed to a loving glance at one another. A younger couple with gleaming rings on their fingers leaned into each other, and the husband plopped a kiss on their infant baby's head. Two teenage girls paused their intense gossiping to sigh wistfully and watch as we slowly swayed to the music.

Shawn and I didn't notice any of it. It might sound cheesy and cliché, but we were totally, completely, utterly lost in the other's eyes. It was just me, Shawn, and our song.

I saw your eyes,
And you made me smile;
For a little while
I was falling in love.

I saw your eyes,
And you touched my mind.
Although it took a while,
I was falling in love.

I saw your eyes,
And you made me cry;
And for a little while
I was falling in love.

I was falling in love.

Falling in love.

Falling in love.

Falling in love.

Falling in love.