Wesker quickly ran to the shower, seeing that he ran several miles he was all gross. Yuck! Jake took out the lunchbox.
"This is awesome! Chocolate milk and lunch meat!", he said happily eating the food. I was tidying up the place. Damn you people for not waking me up! I was vacuuming like their was no tommorow, while
Jake simply watched from the couch. Wesker came out of the shower, refreshed and looking sexy. He preceded to help me with the cleaning. We threw dirty laundry into the washing machine, scrubbed up the kitchen since the counters were kind of dirty, killed a big spider that was in the corner of the bathroom and made the bed.
"Case closed.", I said breathing deeply.
"Yes.", Wesker agreed. We were staring at each other. And then my big bed.
You know exactly what we wanted. I mean I was sure I wanted to roll all around bed with him. That was until Jake popped out of no where.
"Is this my bed?", he asked. I shook my head. He was going to be pissed.
"Ummm, we're gonna have to share it, since this is the only bed I have.", I stated uneasily. Wesker sighed.
"Just make him sleep on the living room couch.", he suggested to me.
"Why don't you buy me my own bed? Cheap!", Jake scowled.
"You with the money, I can't.", I stated. This boy was already driving me nuts. No one ever said having a kid was easy, and it didn't help that Jake was a teenager. That actually made it a lot worst. Jake walked out of the room saying he was going to shower. I jumped onto the bed. Honestly I was drained.
"You can't sleep yet. We've only been up for like three hours.", Wesker said smartly.
"I know.", I responded.
"I think we should do groceries.", Wesker suggested.
"Noooooooooooo!", I moaned softly, touching my forehead.
"C'mon now, lets make a family dinner. My son is finally home.", Wesker stated.
"Why do you care so much now? Who was he even living with before? Who took him to the airport?", I asked, not being able to take anymore secrets.
"That does not matter.", Wesker responded.
"He was all by himself at the airport!", I challenged. Wesker shook his head.
"He's a big boy. Besides, he would have wanted it that way.", Wesker said scratching his head.
I was too tired, so I decided to give in.
"I'll let it slide for now.", I stated. I didn't feel like pressing. Anyway, Jake seemed like he was a lot more social. I would question him in the future.
"So groceries it is? I'll help you cook...", Wes said softly. My heart floated a little. He wanted to cook with me!
"Alrighty. I guess we can go.", I admitted. Jake walked into the room, freshly groomed.
"Are we going to have dinner or not?", he asked.
"We're going to go to the supermarket since we got nothing.", I told him.
"Well then. I guess I won't be able to rest.", he responded. We all went outside.
"Shit. The car doesn't work.", I said, remembering today's incident.
"Oh yeah...", frowned Wesker.
"What do you mean it doesn't work?", Jake asked in disbelief.
"It wasn't turning on this afternoon. That's why Wes had to run.", I commented.
"Give me the keys.", Jake ordered.
I handed him them, and he opened the drivers door. He shoved the keys in and turned. The engine roared with life. Jake looked at me and Wesker as if we were stupid.
"This is a joke right?", Wesker asked sarcastically, starring at the car. Jake got into the back seat. So all that trouble, worry and work, for nothing? Me and Wesker both sighed heavily.
"You wanna drive?", I said, but I was already taking a seat in the passengers. Wesker slowly sat down.
He seemed shocked due to the fact that the car had been perfectly fine to begin with.
"Make sure to buy pasta. I love pasta.", Jake announced.
"Right.", Wesker and I both said in unision. We pulled out of the driveway and drove to the grocery store. The ride was quiet the whole time. I felt drained and Jake was simply starring out the window.
We pulled up into the Pathmark store.
"Let's get this over with.", I said pulling out my coupons from the compartment. We all walked out to the shopping cart area. I looked in my back pocket and started counting my money.
Wesker got a cart, and we walked inside to the air conditioned store.
"Jake can you get eight bananas. And put them in the bag. Wesker get some sprouts. I'm going to get some peppers.", I told them.
"Ok, bananas...", Jake said, going through the bunch. A lot of them had brown spots.
"Damn, these bananas suck!", he said putting them in a bag. We all met up where our cart was. Wesker had a bag filled to the brim with sprouts.
"You moron, I only needed like seven!", I yelled.
Jake threw his bag onto the cart.
"Can we go home now?", he asked.
"Stay in the cat box!", Wesker announced as he went to put back some of the vegetables.
I rubbed my forehead. Damn I was still seeing stars man. That run had really done it to me. Wesker returned, this time with a better number of sprouts.
"Alright, so we need meat. I'm thinking chicken, turkey and maybe sausage at the end of the week?" , I wondered, trying to find a total.
"Who cares. Just give me money at the end of all of this.", Jake yawned.
"I want sausage with peppers at the end of the week.", Wesker stated.
"Got it.", I answered. We went over to the meat section.
"Wow what a lot of big sausages!", I remarked.
"But none taste as good as yours babe.", I told Wes. Wesker flushed.
"I don't know you people.", Jake said, face purple. Several old ladies were staring at us, mortified.
"Shit, maybe I should have watched myself.", I said. Wesker picked out a nice sausage for a cheap price. Jake got some chicken tenderloins and drumsticks.
"Ummm...", I said wondering if I could afford all this meat. Naturally, I only wanted Wesker's meat, but that's a different story.
Jake also threw in some fruit snacks.
"Can someone calculate this?", I said getting a little bit paranoid.
"No. Just kidding. Your at thirty two dollars.", Wesker responded. Ok, that wasn't that bad. The pastas were on sale for a dollar, so that wasn't a problem. The problem was, buying enough food to keep two grown men and one growing teenage male satisfied. I pulled in two lays and a bag of Doritos. Then some nachos.
"Ok. I think what we need now is bread for the week. I need sandwich bread and the longer one. You know the one thats long and thick?", I explained to them. Son and father just looked back at me.
"I'm being serious!", I said, but began to smile.
"You people are dirty.", Jake stated as if this wasn't already obvious. I think he was losing a ton of innocence.
"Yeah, I'll get the long bread and the sandwich bread.", Wesker said. Jake got some pumpkin pie.
"That wasn't in my budget.", I said.
"Well now it is.", Jake explained violently.
"Woah, chill there buddy.", I said raising my hands.
"That's my baby right there.", Jake said pointing to the pie. Then,"Don't touch it. And don't be so cheap.
Like damn, you and Wesker with the money.", he said folding his arms.
"Excuse me. I believe I pay the rent for the place that you are now residing in. That's right. Check mate bit-", but Wesker interrupted me(thank the lord).
"Heres your bread.", he said throwing it down and then saw the pie.
"Pumpkin pie for desert today? You must be in a really good mood.", Wesker said with a sly smirk. I rolled my eyes and decided at this point that grocery shopping with a bunch of morons wasn't going to go anywhere.
"Alrighty men! That's all I need for now.", I announced looking at my phone and checking the time.
Wesker and Jake didn't seem to care, so we went to the cash register thing and paid for our stuff.
"Well that was a good shop.", Jake said happily carrying his pumpkin pie.
"I have a massive headache.", I moaned. Wesker put the food in the back trunk and decided to drive this time. I was too tired anyway. Wesker pulled us out of the parking lot. and onto the road. Jake started playing music from his iPod.
"I like big butts and I can not lie!", came from the small device.
"Turn that shit off.", Wesker said, trying to concentrate on the road.
"Yeah. We're gonna run over an alligator!", I yelled eating some popcorn even though I could care less.
"What? I like big butts. I can't help myself.", Jake said. Unfortunately we pulled into the condo complex, the whole entire time Jake blasting music from his iPod.
"Thank the lord!", I said getting the fuck out of the car.
"Can I cook dinner?", Jake offered grabbing a couple of bags out of the trunk. Wesker nodded his head.
"I promised Chris I would cook with him.", Wes tried explaining.
"Oh so you guys are going to leave me out? I see how it is.", Jake said his feelings hurt.
We quickly went inside, bringing the groceries into the kitchen, and putting them where they belonged. Then, Wesker put on his white chef's apron, wrapping it around his body tightly.
"Alrighty. I'm ready to cook..."
Thank you all for reading! :D Unfortunately i will be on leave for a while but don't worry! I'll eventually be back ;) Until next time
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