Chapter 6 is here! Finally, seems like it took forever to write. Anyway, hope yas like it and review at the end.

It'll happen sooner then you think

"So how was Pathmark?" Megan asked the second Clarissa stepped through her door. She could see by the look on her face and the amount of bags in her arms that it didn't go exactly as planned.

"Take these," she snarled, pushing the heaviest bags into Megan's arms, who nearly dropped them.

"Apparently it didn't work as well as I thought..." she commented, bringing the bags into the kitchen. "Where's Jack?"

"Outside struggling with more bags," Clara said, going back out to help him.

She came back with Jack, who indeed was struggling with the bags. Megan saw him stumbling, and she ran over to help him.

"Great job with cleaning Meg," Clarissa said sarcastically, noticing the still messy house. "What the hell did you do the whole time?"

She shrugged. "Sat around and waited I guess," she replied, digging through a bag. She pulled out a bag of chips and tore it open.

"No, you're the one who insisted on buying all this junk, so you gotta help unpack it," Clarissa said to Jack, who was ready to plop himself onto the couch.

"But I don't know where everything goes, so what purpose would it be to make me help you unpack?" he argued. Oddly, she smiled.

"So I guess now is when I show you." She went over to the couch and pulled him to his feet. She brought him into the kitchen and dumped out a bag onto the counter, a can of air freshener rolling off and landing onto the chipped tile floor with a clang.

"Alright, so the cereal goes up here," she opened a cabinet next to the refrigerator and put the four boxes in. "And the soup goes right here," she put the cans of chicken noddle soup on a shelf above the cereal. "Are you even listening?"

"Not really, no," he answered with a smirk. Megan laughed, and Clara sighed.

"Then why am I even bothering to show you?" she asked him in an annoyed tone. Jack only shrugged.

"That, my dear, is a very good question."

Sighing again, Clarissa spilled out more bags on the counter and started putting them away. Jack went over to the lumpy couch and watched Megan put the bag of chips down and help her.

"Megan, these are almost finished," Clara said, holding up the bag her friend was eating from.

"I was hungry," she said in her defense, and Clarissa shook her head and threw the bag into another cabinet.

Clarissa hadn't realized just how much stuff she bought until now, and it was taking her and Megan quite a while to unpack. "How much crap did you bring home?" Megan asked, spilling out another bag and groaning.

"Don't look at me. It was all him," she pointed at Jack, who was enjoying himself quite a bit with watching the girls put the groceries away. "And why do you look so happy?"

"Nothing," he replied.

They got to the final bag at last, and when Clarissa opened and dumped the contents onto the counter, Megan smirked.

"Hello, what's this?" she said, going over and picking up the condom. Clarissa spun around quickly and tried to rip it out of her hands, but was no use. "So you really do like him!" she exclaimed happily, holding her hand above her head so Clara couldn't get it.

"No, you don't understand-"

"Oh I understand perfectly well," she replied, smirking wildly. Clarissa was jumping up and down to try and get it back.

"Look, I was in the deodorant aisle and he came back with the condom and screamed 'What is it' on the top of his lungs and everyone in the aisle looked at us funny. I was embarrassed and threw it into the cart and sped away," Clarissa tried explaining quickly, but to no avail. Megan would not listen.

"Uh huh, I'm sure that's exactly what happened," she said. "Just one thing," Megan paused. "Does he know how to use it?'

"I would imagine no," she answered, glancing over at Jack, who lost interest and was poking at a spring in the couch. She wished she would have said yes, because her answer made Megan beam.

"Looks like you gotta show him," she said cheerfully, lowering her arm so Clarissa could take it. She snatched it quickly.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen anytime soon," Clarissa told her reassuringly. Megan gave her a skeptical look.

"Trust me, it'll happen sooner then you think."

"How 'bout no." Clarissa went to put it away, and Megan shook her head. She sat next to Jack.

"You know she bought all that shampoo," she hinted. "You really should use some."

Jack looked up. "Why would I want to do that?" he asked, his lip twitching slightly.

"Because. Just trust me, it'll make Clara like you more. And what'll be even better is if she shows you how to use shampoo." Megan couldn't help herself from smiling crazily at her brilliant idea that had come on so suddenly. This one was bound to work. "Oh yeah, and the soap."

"I know how to use soap," he snapped. Megan chuckled.

"Oh, well I would have never guessed," she commented nastily, standing up. "Go ask Clarissa about the shampoo. I'm sure she won't hesitate to show you." She flashed him another smile and went into the bathroom.

Clarissa came back, looking all flustered, and threw herself onto the couch. She sighed loudly when Jack poked her in the shoulder.

"What!?" She rubbed her temples and turned to face the obnoxious child.

"What's shampoo?"

"I told you in the store, people use it to make their hair clean," she said exasperatedly.

"Oh." Jack sat back into the couch, and there was a long pause of silence. "How do you use it?"

Clarissa didn't even bother turning to answer him. "You're kidding right?"

When Jack answered no, she raised an eyebrow. "So you mean to tell me that you've never washed that mop of yours?"

"Well I have but I've never used shampoo..."

"That explains everything," she mumbled under her breath. "First thing in the morning, you're taking a shower."

"But I don't-"

"Too bad you're getting one. And you're using shampoo."