Sorry for the long wait, it took longer then expected. Blame the Writer's Block.
You're so embarrassing!
"Yeah Megan I know!" Clarissa shouted, snatching her keys out of a bowl she had by the door. "Unless you're gonna clean for me, get out of my house."
Megan didn't move, and Clarissa stopped and looked at her, an eyebrow raised.
"I'll clean for you," she replied cheerfully, beaming.
"If you insist." Clara shrugged and grabbed Jack's arm, pulling him out of the house and to the car. He gasped when she opened the door of her black mustang convertible. "What?" She paused, hand on the handle. "You expected me to have some old piece of shit didn't you?"
He gawped, and she had no choice but to go around the other side and push him into the passenger's seat. She got in behind the wheel and put the key in the ignition, making Jack jump.
She rolled her eyes and stepped on the gas, and from the corner of her eye she saw him grinning like a kid in a candy store. He started touching every button in his reach, playing around with the window and making it open and close.
Clarissa shook her head and locked the passenger window, causing him to pout.
"I need fresh air," he argued, and Clara laughed.
"No you don't. You're very distracting."
"I'm nauseous," he lied, and she laughed again.
"Jack please, you're a pirate who lives on a rickety ship in the ocean. There's no way you can get sick in my car."
"Well I am," he protested, pushing on the button again and trying to make the window open.
"Deal with it 'cause I''m not opening it."
He frowned and glanced from Clarissa to the dashboard. He poked his finger at a button on the radio, and some Reggaeton song blasted through the car.
Clarissa quickly turned it off. "Please," she begged, flicking his wrist with her finger. "Please stop touching everything!"
"Be that way," Jack scowled and leaned back into the chair. For a minute or so he listened and seemed to be sitting still, until he discovered the air conditioner. He opened and closed the vents, making cool air blow over Clarissa, and she slammed on the brakes.
"Thank God we're here," she sighed a breath of relief, pulling out the key and getting out. Jack didn't follow her, and she groaned in annoyance and went around the other side and knocked on the window. Clara rolled her eyes when she saw he had somehow tangled himself in the stupid seat belt, and she threw the door open.
"Let's go!" she shouted at him, helping the struggling pirate free his legs from the belt. "What did you do? You're supposed to put it around you, not tie yourself in it- Ouch! Don't kick me I'm helping you- Look, push your leg through here and pull your other leg out-"
Jack flopped out of the car and onto the hard asphalt of the Supermarket's parking lot, and Clarissa did her best not to laugh. "You're such a dumbass Jack." She helped him up, and he gave her a pathetic look.
She grabbed a shopping cart from outside and went into Pathmark. She fought with Jack when he tried to climb into the cart, and he gave up once she rammed him painfully in the butt.
"That wasn't nice!" he exclaimed, rubbing his soar backside. Clarissa only shrugged.
"Should have listened to me when I told you not to get in."
After that, her trip through Pathmark was quite peaceful, as Jack kept quiet. But once they got to the soda aisle, it was all over. Jack grabbed a bottle of Diet Coke and dropped it on the floor, and when Clarissa went over to pick it up, the cap loosened and sprayed soda all over her and the store. Everyone was staring and snickering, and she had to get an employee to help her wipe it up. She yelled to keep his hands on the cart, and when they passed the coffee bean aisle, he didn't listen and spilled coffee beans all over.
Clarissa tried to sneak out of the aisle without anyone noticing the mess, but another employee made her clean it up.
Beside the fact that he kept knocking things off the shelf, he asked what it was, rather loudly so the people in the same aisle would turn their heads. Sure Clarissa was embarrassed by it, but it was better then opening all the boxes or poking his finger in all the packages of meat. Anything that had an appealing box he threw into the cart, whether he liked it or not, and Clara wasn't even halfway done with her list when the cart was overflowing with junk.
"Jack you better eat all this," she said angrily, watching him toss a forth box of cereal into the cart. She picked up a bag of Meow Mix that he threw in with the other stuff. "We don't even have a cat!"
"So? It might taste good," he replied, pushing it back into the cart.
"Jack it's cat food! People don't eat it!" she yelled, throwing it onto the nearest shelf. "And what are you doing with baby diapers??"
He shrugged and she threw those out as well.
"What's that?" he asked loudly, knocking about 5 bottles of shampoo into the wagon. Clarissa sighed.
"It's shampoo. Of course you wouldn't know, since you never wash your hair."
She pushed the cart through the aisles, trying to go as quickly as she could to avoid further embarrassment. She wheeled into the deodorant aisle, and they must have had a sale or something because practically everyone in the store was In this aisle. When Jack came back with a pack of condoms in his hand she wanted to die.
"Don't say it, don't say it," she pleaded under her breath, but of course he yelled, "What's this?" and made every person look.
"It's a condom," she said quietly, feeling her cheeks burning. She threw it into the cart and practically ran out of the aisle.
Thankfully deodorant was the last thing on the list, and Clarissa went to the checkout. It took a while to get all the groceries rung up and bagged, and she nearly had a heart attack when the cashier told her the total came out to $457.07.
She gave the cashier her credit card impatiently, wishing the stupid lady would move faster. She got her receipt and her card back, and she rushed out of the store without looking if Jack was even behind her.
"Why did you run out of the store so fast?" he asked as she piled the bags into the backseat of her mustang. She slammed the door and got into the driver's seat.
"I'm not taking you anywhere anymore!" she yelled, starting the car when he got in and pulling out of the lot. "You're so embarrassing!"
"How so?"
"How so!? By knocking everything of the shelves and screaming 'What's this' through the store!"
He was silent for a while, and she pulled up to her small house.
"Get out and help me with the bags," she ordered, unbuckling her seat belt and getting out of the car.