Chapter Two/It's alright to be Little Bitty

Killer and Kidd both piled into the pickup truck, and carefully drove up the small hill, then went straight at the fork in the road so that they would eventually reach asphalt. The redhead stared out of the open windows, enjoying the view of the green. When the bumpiness finally stopped, and they emerged from the trees onto blacktop, Kidd wondered where the town actually was. Did they pass it as Eddie drove them to the farm the first time, and he was too busy looking at the fields?

"So, you're from South Blue City, huh?" Killer said suddenly, startling the pale teen.

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"Your jeans. Way too baggy. You're gonna need a few pairs that actually fit right if you plan on working with us," the blonde said, smiling over at Kidd.

"Oh…okay," he replied. Suddenly, the redhead felt self-conscience about his pants.

"Lived in the city all your life, huh?" Killer asked, taking a left turn when they came to a crossroads.

"Obvious?"

"You're a bit too guarded. Relax a little. You have a family out here now," the tan male replied with a smile. "No one messes with Nana's boys around here."

"That sounds…really nice," Kidd said, offering a small smile back. After a few minutes of silence, Killer pulled into the small town. The redhead vaguely noticed a sign that said 'Welcome to Mayberry'.

The town wasn't that big. In fact, to Kidd, it was downright dinky. It was about the size of the park in South Blue City, which had a half a mile radius. As they drove down the road, Kidd was shocked to see people walking and standing in the middle of the street. They didn't seem to have a care in the world. Did they know that they could be hit?

"Why are they in the middle of the street?" The redhead asked, watching as Killer maneuvered the truck around them. They waved as the truck passed, but Kidd didn't wave back. His jaw was too busy trying to meet the floor of the cab.

"They're not. They're in the middle of the road," Killer chuckled. He pulled into a parking lot which had another truck, and a few quads parked there. He put the truck in park, shut off the engine, then hopped out of the cab. Kidd sat in the cab, still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that people didn't get hit when they stood in the road. Killer watched him for a few moments, before shaking his head with a smile. Honestly, some city-slickers.

"Oi!" The tanned teen said, walking over to the passenger's side. He reached into the cab to wave his hand in front of the rouge eyes that were staring off into space. "Space Cadet!"

Kidd blinked out of his stupor, and then looked to the blonde. "What?"

"Are you coming, or what?" Killer asked, opening the door for the redhead. Nodding, Kidd slid out of the cab. He followed the other closely, scanning everything. He noticed that above the door to the store, carved in wood was the name 'Country Store'.

Inside was just like every grocery store that he had seen. Except for the fact that everything looked so much more appetizing, and that hardly anything was wrapped in plastic with big colourful labels stapled to them. It also smelled like dirt – it seemed that everything did. Although, Kidd found that he rather enjoyed it.

Killer immediately began searching the aisles, unfolding the list as he went. It was a rather short list written in Nana's messy scrawl – 'meat, milk, chicken, potatoes, and things for Kiddo'. The blonde nodded to himself, and walked a bit after now that he knew what he was searching for.

Kidd followed, looking at everything. It seemed that this place wasn't just a grocery store – it had a little bit of everything. There were knickknacks, clothes, and things that the redhead had never seen before. When Killer stopped and began sorting through some of the jeans, he picked up something that he found very interesting.

It was a circle, with thread tied through it, creating a very strange pattern in the center. Within the different coloured threads, a hole was at the middle. At the bottom of the circle were feathers that dangled. He held it up, his eyes tracing the multi-coloured strings.

"That's a dream catcher," Killer said, seeing the redhead out of the corner of his hidden eyes.

"A what?" The pale teen asked, looking at the blonde.

"It's an old Native American craft," he explained, holding up a pair of jeans. He held them next to the taller teen's hips, and then nodded to himself. He grabbed a few more pairs before beginning to walk again. Kidd put the dream catcher back, and then followed the blonde as they walked through the store.

Quickly, Kidd found himself holding the four new pairs of jeans for him, a gallon of milk, and a sack of potatoes. After a quick trip to the deli counter, which was basically just piles of hamburger, ribs, steaks, and other things of such nature, they were already on their way out.

The redhead had never been in a store for such a small amount of time. It amazed him, in all honestly. Why was everything in the city about speed, yet everything took so much time.

"Hey, Killer. Who's this?"

When Kidd came back to reality, he realized that they were already at the check-out, and Killer had taken everything from him.

"This is Kidd," the blonde said to the cashier. The teen had close-cropped green hair, and Kidd wondered if it was natural or not. He was as tan as Killer and the D brothers were, and he seemed just as muscular. The male also seemed very un-enthused with his situation.

"Workin' with Nana, huh?" The moss-head asked, ringing their things up.

"Yeah," Kidd said, after a while.

"I'm Zoro," he finally said, taking the wad of cash from Killer. "You'll see me around there a lot."

"Looking forward to it," the redhead said, taking the sack of potatoes and a bag that was handed to him.

"Bye," Killer said, taking the gallon of milk and the other bag.

"See ya," Zoro waved, and the duo left. Kidd blinked, and followed Killer. How in the hell did that go so fast?

"Shocked, City?" Killer asked as he hefted the milk and bag into the bed of the truck. He took the bag of potatoes and the other bag from the redhead, and set them in the back.

"Does everyone work on the farm?"

"No, but we do get a lot of help. It's what people do – we help each other out." Killer offered a smile as he climbed into the driver's seat. Kidd climbed into the other side, before wondering just how many people helped out at the farm. He closed his eyes against the sunshine that flitted in through the open window, letting the wind rustle his hair as they drove away from The Country Store.

I'm sorry this took so long! I had to go to the hospital (not as serious as it sounds!), and I just haven't been feeling well for the past week. That's why this chapter is so short. But, don't worry! I will try to upload at least once a week, or once ever two weeks at most! Thank you all for reading. I'd appreciate some feedback, so I know what to work on.