"I don't like Wal-Mart dates." Rin groaned, walking alongside his tiny boyfriend.

"You say that every time." Ai mumbled, shoving his phone in his pocket. "And then you go to the McDonald's, and freak out about all the cereal brands, and start reading the romance novels."

"We don't talk about that side of me."

Ai shook his head. "If you can focus for more than ten seconds and not feel tempted to buy every trash can in every colour, then I'm just getting basic human necessities."

"You never know when you're going to need a new trash can."

"In green, purple, orange, or blue."

"And Nora Roberts is a genius. She's a gift to this world."

Ai rolled his eyes at that. "Rin, they make Lifetime Movies about her books."

"They enrich the reading experience." It could have stopped there, but he continued. "Angels Fall was a fantastic piece of literature, and deserved every award it received. Also, it was a great movie."

Ai made a face of disgust, looking away from him. "Don't talk to me. We're almost there."

"One of these days, I'm going to find a writer that you like, and then what?" Rin shook his head, placing his hands on his hips. "You're probably a Fifty Shades type, aren't you?"

"You're disgusting."

"Oh, come on." Rin halted so he could walk behind Ai, gripping his shoulders. "You'd be into that. Danger. Sex. Dangerous sex. Borderline abusive relationship."

"Hey Rin, look over there." Ai pointed quickly, trying to divert his attention like one would do to a particularly annoying child. "Girl Scouts are here!"

"Holy shit, are you for real." Rin followed Ai's finger to the portable table, covered in colorful boxes with a banner next to it that probably said something about the charities that it benefited but nobody really cared about because holy shit, cookies.

"I'm for real." Ai nodded, dropping his hand.

"Ah. I'm leaving." Rin said, and before Ai could respond, he'd already taken off running at the young girls.

Rin was there in seconds. He stood behind an old couple who bought some trefoils – and oh god, his favourite favourite favourite – Samoas. When they finally disbanded, Rin practically hopped up to the table.

He is pretty sure that the girls tried saying something to him, but he was too focused on all the cookies. Like, Rin liked just about all Girl Scout cookies. As most people do. But he practically worshiped the ground that Samoas were built on, and he knew that Ai loved Lemonades, so he had an idea of what he should be getting.

The Lemonades were easy enough to find, the bright yellow box standing out against the other colors. Now he just had to find his Samoas. He would know that purple box anywhere. Or, what, now they were called Caramel deLites. So he had to look for that. ((Really, they're Samoas. Nobody cares about the caramel. It's all about the coconut.)) But as he searched, he realised that... he just wasn't finding them. Obviously it was just his eyes.

He'd absently shoved the tip of his index finger into his mouth, not even noticing it until after he'd already started speaking to the girls. "Um, where are the Samoas?"

"Samoas?" One dark haired girl behind the table asked. "Oh, right, you mean -"

"Caramel deLites." It nearly pained him to say it.

The other girl – brown hair tied up in a high bun – peeped in there. "Sorry sir! That couple before you just bought the last ones we had out."

"Oh, okay." Rin nodded, staring at them. "So put some more out."

"We don't have any more." They said together.

Rin's eyes widened. He turned around. Ai was standing off to the side, checking his watch. He dropped the Lemonades. He took five (five) deliberate steps toward his boyfriend.

"Some shit is going down over there."

"What?" Ai asked, because literally all he had to do was get some damn Girl Scout cookies. A very simple task.

"Just explain to me how the hell they can not have Samoas."

Ai shrugged. "Oh. Sorry, but, they are the second highest selling cookie."

"I know." Rin replied. "After Thin Mints. Samoas are 19% of their sales. I know my Samoa facts."

"Okay lets calm down. Did you ask if they have any under the table?" Ai asked, trying to console him.

"Yes. Of course."

"And they said no?"

"They said, no."

"Then I really don't think there's anything we can do about this." Ai shook his head slowly. "They just don't have any for you."

Rin stared at Ai.

Ai stared back.

"I thought I loved you." Rin said, backing away from Ai slowly, before turning back to the Girl Scouts' table.

"Thanks?" Ai said distantly, because that may or may not have been the first time that Rin said that he loved him. In a roundabout, spiteful sort of way, of course. But still, he said it.

"Okay. Look." Rin gently placed his hands on the table, leaning his weight onto them. "I'm just a simple guy, who really wants Samoas."

"We don't have anymore Samoas, mister. I'm telling you." The brown haired girl shook her head.

Rin held a hand up to stop her. "That's it. I need to speak with your manager."

"Our manager?"

"Yes."

The dark haired girl intervened. "We don't have a manager."

"Then your scoutmaster. Whatever. I don't care. Find me an adult."

And that really pissed the dark haired girl off. "Listen up, shark week."

Rin gasped.

"We don't have any more Samoas! And even if we did, I definitely would not give them to you. We are a self governing table, because we know how to handle ourselves and how to handle rotten business like you. So, kindly, SHOVE OFF."

Rin's jaw dropped. He looked left. Then right. Then left again. "Your customer service? Is horrible."

"I will jump this table." The little girl said, glaring holes into him.

"Okay, okay that's enough." Ai finally bothered to hop in there, pushing Rin away from the table. "I'm sorry. He's stupid. And really into Girl Scout cookies."

"I noticed." She snapped at him.

"But I'm more pleasant than he is, I assure you."

This is where the light haired girl stepped in, giving the other girl the same treatment as Ai had given Rin so she could cool down. "I believe you. Really, if there's no further issue here, we won't report any sort of disturbance or altercation."

Ai shrugged, leaning his elbows onto the table as he engaged the conversation. "Really, you could report him and I wouldn't mind. He's a doofus."

"So you two are friends?" The girl giggled.

"Yeah, I guess." Ai rolled his eyes, picking up the box of Lemonades that Rin had dropped. "We live together."

"Really? Is he always like this?" She asked, taking the box from him and bagging it.

Ai passed her two more boxes, and threw in some trefoils for Seijuurou. "High maintenance? Yes. An asshole? ...Not always."

"Hey!" Rin shouted.

"Is he your boyfriend?" The dark haired girl calmed down quicker than Rin had. "Is that why you have to take care of him like a baby?"

Rin would have said something if he wasn't listening for Ai's answer. Because, sudden unnecessary subplot, this whole time, Ai has been Rin's boyfriend – but he was never really sure if it worked the other way around. Ai knew that he was waiting for this. He side-eyed Rin before sighing, and handing over some money to the girls.

"Yeah, that one's mine."

Rin made some strangled sounds. Then tried to cough and play it off like it was nothing.

The brown haired girl smiled gently handing him the bag of cookies. "Thank you for detaining your shark."

Rin was listening in on the conversation, and was so so red because of that comment. Like, oh my gosh. I'm Ai's shark. That is so cute.

"Ew." Ai laughed. "Let's never call him that again."

It was like Ai had shot him in the face.

"Thank you for purchase!" The dark haired girl gave him a bright smile.

"And have a nice day!" The brown haired girl added, waving as he walked off.

Ai sauntered over to Rin, shrugging when he reached them. "Those girls were perfectly sweet. Stop causing problems for yourself."

In the distance, the girls were mumbling about "how cool!" he was and "how nice" he was. Rin felt defensive. Because of Girl Scouts.

"Only because they like you." He muttered, wrapping Ai in his arms as he glared over at them.

"Only because I didn't harass them." Ai rolled his eyes. "I mean, seriously Rin. Of all the cookies that Girl Scouts sell, Samoas are the ones that you can make at home."

Rin blinked, staring down at Aiichirou. "You'll make me some Samoas?"

"Yes, alright? Just calm down. Jeez." Ai replied, squirming out of Rin's grasp as he headed into the store. "But you're paying for all the stuff we need to bake them. Actually, you're paying for everything. I just spent twenty dollars on Girl Scout cookies. That was my food money."

But Rin grabbed Ai's shoulders, leaning his head onto the younger's. "I'm your boyfriend."

"No you're not." Ai replied, walking away from him.

Rin's heart shattered. "I- I-'m not?"

"No."