The wheels on his cart kept on bugging him, it was just way more squeaky than the other 3. Every turn, backward motion, even sometimes just moving makes that horrible noise. He really wished he had gotten a better cart, but it would've been way more awkward just taking one out and just to test it.

The thick marker really seemed to bite him in the ass with his sloppy handwriting this time. He couldn't find a pen in time so he just wrote his list with a really big sharpie. The rush to get here was what made it really hard to read, and that says a lot. Some might call it a "new language", "Russian cursive", or even the "doctor's notes", but he could still read his notes. Today, Vincent couldn't understand a single thing on this paper.

The only hope or option was to just recall the morning and what bugged the artist the most. From an hour earlier, the tiredness still lingers, his stomach is still empty, and his nail polish was starting to chip to non-existence. Vincent still couldn't realize what he needed, so he just decided to walk around to kill some time at least.

The local grocery store had so much for so cheap, at least compared to the bigger mart. Maybe a summer job wouldn't be so bad, that 16th birthday of his was coming up soon after all. It would be nice to have and make more money than the usual meant for restocking the fridge. Fast food retail jobs don't seem that bad if had to do the cooking or maybe the cleaning, but he couldn't count on the "if". How would that resume even work? Maybe he should consider becoming a barista, all they did was make coffee.

Wait, ...coffee? Oh my god, Vincent mentally face-palmed when his mind barely registered that he was there for coffee, cereal, and some shampoo. Immediately, the shopping cart did a 180 straight to the closest aisle.

It would have been so stupid if he had forgotten the one reason he came to the store. Sure, he was out of some stuff as well, but he was more occupied with the visible absence of the caffeinated drink. Energy drinks are fine, but the carbonation drives him insane. There can only be a certain amount of time before the fizz tips the scale of his sanity. A refill was bound to happen, no matter what.

To prevent another trip to the store in the future from coming so early, 3 new large containers of coffee powder were added to the cart. Cereal was also in the breakfast aisle as well, so it wasn't that long of a wait to get it, and the shampoo was not far off either. He would've gone more, but he only had 50 bucks, and he actually wanted to save it for the future, you'll never know when you'll need some extra cash.

The day was quiet, too quiet. Granted, there weren't too many people here either way, but he was practically the only person at the check-out. Vincent's best guess was that there was an event or some sort of apocalypse going on right now, but the former sounds way more likely. Whatever it was, it worked out in his favor, he liked the silence of an empty store.

An employee finally rang him up and the items were paid off. The bag wasn't too heavy, but it did look very large when it was right next to him. Pretty sure if anyone didn't look right at his arms, people would think he was not going to be able to make it home or even that far with it. It was kinda funny to think about, but in reality it would be kinda annoying.

Jfk couldn't believe he had to go and get sodas for his dads, it was so lame. Of course they were "too busy", now he has to go waste his day getting some stupid beverage. To be fair, it wasn't like he had stuff planned for today, even tomorrow, he just thought it was a bit annoying. At least on the bright side of things, he got to get some more hair gel, he was starting to run out.

When he stepped out of the store and into the parking lot, he saw a familiar redhead. It wasn't uncommon to have orange hair, many clones, and people in general, have it, but those head bandages aren't so common, not even in the slightest bit.

In all his glory, there stood the one and only Van Gogh, who appeared to be struggling with his grocery bag.

It was almost sad yet amusing seeing him having a wrestling match with the biggest bag he could've gotten out of the closet. Normally, he would've laughed or made some insult about his tiny arms or something, but something in him stopped him.

Or at least tried.

"Ahaha! Check it out! Lil' man can't even, er uh, hold it correctly!", The look of confusion and humiliation overtook Vincent's annoyance when he heard that. Vincent did not expect jfk of all people to come at this exact point and spot to see him when he was getting some refills. He didn't know if should be pissed at his tease, or just straight up dumbfounded.

They stared at each other for what seemed like such a long time, yet was probably actually like 2 seconds in real time. "What?", Is all he replied to the taller guy, cautious on how the conversation will play out.

"You know cause' your uh arms are er uh tiny when right next to the uh bag!" The awkwardness was starting to set in when he saw how lost the guy looked. "Um...I guess? Is that an insult or..?", That or was dragged on for a bit, it did give John enough time to think of something. "Ah, forget it man, don't worry about it, I just was uh joking!" The president ended the sentence with a pat to Vincent's back.

They both stood still for a split second, definitely one of the longest ones for sure. Neither knew what to do after, John would usually be already hearing a response, while Vincent would usually already see the person finish the conversation. He looked down at his bag, then at the other's.

"So, uh, need, er uh, help with that?"

Never in a million years did Vincent think he would end up in someone's car on its way to his house that wasn't his mother's. While this whole scenario is not entirely as impossible as he thinks it is, having it being jfk's car specifically makes this whole day feel like a fever dream. He just randomly asked him if he was up for a ride home, you know, because he thought he couldn't carry the bag home himself.

It was aggravating trying to tell him how he didn't need help and it was actually just a really big bag that just so happened to look even bigger when he was next to it. Not trying to be rude or come off as pissed, he kept on just trying to explain or reason, but the jock was really just a dumbfounded fool.There wasn't even that much, but the president was stubborn. He eventually agreed, reluctantly.

His infamous 60s Corvette was actually very comfortable and cozy. He thought he would get sick of the cologne's intense smell, but something about it was not too intense and rather quite nicer than most perfumes. The aroma was like a soft scent of vanilla mixed with a slight tint of strawberrys, very fitting for the red theme, if he had anything to say about it.

The radio was playing some song from the 60s, yet again matching the car.It was calming yet not full of sorrow. The song wasn't very upbeat or shoving happy vibes down your throat, rather a more nostalgic feeling. It very obviously had a mid 60s to early 70s vibe .He recognized it as California dreamin' soon after hearing more of it. It was a nice song, he actually loved it, smiling through the whole song.

"Liking the song? You don't uh have too, you could er uh, change it any time you uh want", John instantly picked up on the painter's fondness on the song that was playing. He didn't know if he was comfortable enough, he didn't want his passenger to feel odd or worried.

Van Gogh did fell a bit tempted to change the radio to his usual, but he noticed Kennedy's radio was on the 60s to 90s channel. Normally, he'd listen to some classic music or something from an indie band that was new with tons of sad tones. Every now and then though, some songs from the older days seem rather nicer and full of life.

He wanted to know what kind of music John listened to, in his mind it was a good start at getting to understand him. "Oh, no, no, it's um, fine,-" Van Gogh fixed his sitting position and scooted a bit more up, "-i actually like the song", the smile that flashed on the president's face was contagious . "Oh uh, really? What about ABBA?"

"Everyone loves them"

"Frank Sinatra?"

"I absolutely adore his songs, and how cinematic it sounds"

"Ok, ok, Red Hot chili Peppers?"

"Very good" Vincent lifted up both of his thumbs right as he replied.

"Hmmm, beach boys?"

"Yeah"

"98?"

"Oh-", he snorted a bit, it was so out of place to the other bands he had just listed, "oh my god, yes, not that much, but enough to find some songs enjoyable." John knew he was messing around with the boy band, they were practically everywhere.

"What else... Oh! Do you er uh know uh Queen?"

"To be honest, I've only um heard like two songs maybe,-", He has heard the most iconic songs, he likes them, but other than that he has not really listened to the other ones. "-other than that, nothing else." JFK didn't look very surprised but shocked enough to make Vincent laugh at how silly he looked. "Oh my god! How could you have not er uh heard of them?! They're one of the best and most iconic bands!?"

Clearly, something in John snapped, which caused him to search for his CDs and look for his albums of the band. The painter looked around the streets to make sure he doesn't crash while he was trying to put his CD in the radio and still drive correctly.

"Alright! Now, I uh bring you the one and uh only masterpiece of a band, Queen!" The jock proceeded to push the button that played the disc. The intro of the song started, Van Gogh sat back and relaxed, preparing for the song and what he would think of it.

The 80s energy was very much there, it made him feel nostalgic for a decade he didn't even experience. Technically he was born in the 80s, but he didn't really get to experience them sooooooo yeah. :)

Anyways, when the lyrics came in, it was normal for like 4 verses then John just kinda decided to tag along and sing his heart out to it. It was not really annoying, but really goofy. Jfk's er uhs didn't show up, but his Boston accent was really funny when it clashed with the song. It was kinda sweet hearing him while also being hilarious to him. "C'mon shortstack! The lyrics are the same as the middle, try uh singing along!" Vincent didn't really remember the middle of the song, so he failed miserably at singing along. He ended up just humming along to it, it was better than nothing.

The song was very short, well, it felt like a long time when it was playing, but when it ended, it felt so quick. Jfk chuckled a bit, he clearly loved that song.

"So uh, whatcha think of it?"

The song was like the ride home, it was very long while it was happening, but he unfortunately only got to hear 3 songs, two being from the CD. It wasn't so bad actually, it felt nice feeling the air from the window, looking at the sky, and even getting to listen to some new songs. "Alright man, thanks again for the ride"

"Ah no problem", the trunk was opened for him, pretty big one. The artist grabbed his groceries and then closed the trunk, careful so it wouldn't slam down loud. "Need uh anything else?", John asked from the front, making sure the shorter guy didn't leave anything behind in the seat he was in. "Nope", was all he had replied with, so he gave the president a thumbs up, one wide smile, and then a tiny wave, his signature goodbye to jfk.

As soon as he shut the car's door closed, Jfk called out to him with a question.

"Hey, er uh, wanna go to the mall? Heard there was an event going on" It was very unexpected, even for jfk himself. Vincent was full of confusion, wondering how that even came out. The jock didn't really mean to blurt this out, but vince wasn't so bad to hang out with and well, he had no plans. Nothing bad could happen, it wasn't like the world was going to end.

Vincent, however, couldn't really settle on a decision so he just replied with whatever he could muster up quickly, "Kinda figured", jfk snickered at but at the response,"Is uh, that a yes?".

While he awaited his answer, Van Gogh just kinda stood there, really thinking about such a simple thing to respond to. He never really got out much due to his mental conditions, let alone with someone to accompany him, so this was new to him. The artist's mind screamed at him to not agree, yet the temptation to go was more stronger. So he just weakly answered before his mind got the better of him, "Ummmmmm, yeah, sure, why not?"

"Alright! I'll uh, wait for you to uh get everything down!" He threw up a thumbs up at him and turned off his car's engine so Vincent could have time to get ready. Van Gogh gave his own pair of thumbs at john, then rushed in to quickly put his groceries away.

The redhead went outside and bolted to the car. "Ok um, real quickly, let me get ready, it'll take 15 minutes tops" he said swiftly. He had already had an outfit ready for today and all he needed to do was shower. "Mkay', I'll be here then, take your time" jfk replied, already getting his Gameboy out to pass the time. Vincent smiled and went back inside. By the time he was done and had gone near the vehicle, he could hear the Mario game still being played.

The first thing done was getting a hard felt lunch served and crafted by the overpriced food court provided from the mall. Vincent didn't really have a very big appetite so just had a medium meal consisting of a burger, french fries, and a small water cup given to him for free, of course it had anything but water in it.

Jfk, however, had a humongous meal, a huge foot long subway sub, one large soda cup filled with it, and topped with an ice cream cone.

Once they were full and done with the meal, they did infact see the mini event going on for the mall. It was some little blood donations thing that had tons of deals for store near by. For such a small thing that was happening at the mall, it was apparently popular enough to get most students and residents here in general. They just walked by those stores and seeing if it catches one of their interests.

Fortunately, one caught both.

"Oh! Look! They're uh giving out a discount of tickets to one of the, er uh, Disney movies!" That's right, they had a super cheap deal of 1 dollar tickets to a cartoon movie about some alien in Hawaii. Jfk was immediately hooked, eyes going wide, kinda like a cat's and gasping dramatically the moment he saw it. Vincent wasn't really into what kids watched now days, but you couldn't go wrong with a Disney movie, it was always enjoyable for any age.

They both, in sync, faced each other, eyes staring at one another, grinning like idiots. "Are you, uh, thinking what I'm thinking?" Jfk asked. Vincent found it odd or off putting about watching this, considering it came out around June and it's now November, but he couldn't just say no to Jfk.

"Two tickets to the, er uh, special deal!" He said as he slammed (politely) the money on the counter. The cashier handed him the papers and the receipt then told him the theater's number.

"Man, I'm excited, how, uh, about you, vinnie?" He whispered while waiting for the premiers to end. "Can't wait for this, I wonder how'll the story go, especially from what I saw from the trailer" Vincent had quietly whispered back to the jock. Kennedy replied one more time as the studio's logo appeared, "Eh, well, it, uh, can't be that bad"

"I love it so much" Jfk was in complete tears and holding up his hands to his chest. Big, wide and watery eyes was a sight to see when the film ended. It was so funny and goofy, Vincent honestly loved it, both visually as an artist, and in general, as a viewer.

"I know john- " he nearly let out a giggle when he saw jfk nearly crying his heart out,"-are you crying?". Needless to say, he was really trying his best to conceal it, nearly panicked when he realized he was very much noticeable, not like he would be seen in the dark movie theater, plus he doubts anyone would care.

"No-, my, uh, um, eyes are just sweating uh- i-" he said swiftly.

"Ok, alright then, big guy", throwing the jock back a grin.

Once the movie was over, the sun was already setting. It was very beautiful seeing the clouds go around it and swirl across the falling sun. They decided to listen to some boy bands while the drive home was all about just chatting about the movie and how, "the island was a paid actor".

6 minutes was how long a sunset normally lasts, which means the moon got to say its greetings before Vincent could reach his street. The mixture of the navy sky coming for the night combined with the yellow from the sun, all while the clouds look like a greyish blue, makes him come up with a name for this time of day.

"So vinnie, does a, uh, winter sky mean it's that, er uh, season in the sky?" John had asked, confused by the name, he could've sworn the sky looked like this even in times where it wasn't winter. "Oh my goodness, Kennedy, I chose that name because the cold colors reminded me of winter in general", he tried sounding really pissed at him, sarcastically as well, answered, judging by John's face of awe and fascination, however, he looked like that was the best reason and name now.

"Thanks for the movie, man" Van Gogh had finally said, he was waiting for the right moment. The day was so much fun, it might've not been going to Paris or something, but the simplicity of the day and with a certain guy made it one of the best days of his life. A little thank you was not enough to return the favor, but it'll have to do.

"No, uh, problem " jfk said.

"Hey um, they might have another similar movie deal so, um, would you like to uhhhh, watch it?"

"Uh sure!"

"Ok cool cool, so could I, uh, get your, er uh, number?", The world seemed to just stop entirely, he couldn't even register what jfk even asked. His head shot up straight to the president's face, shooting him with the most confused stare anyone could give. They both just kinda stared at each other for a good 2 seconds before Vincent worked up the courage to speak up.

"What?"

The jock was either oblivious or didn't think too much about the question or the redhead's reaction. He brought back the casualness of the conversation really easily, his voice wasn't even phased. "To uh let you know when I have to, er uh, pick you up for the next movie coming up, ya know?", He replied with his stupid cheeky grin.

"Ohhhh, yeah, uh, sorry I'll write it down for you,-", he looked all around the car, "-got some paper?", His hand already had his trusty old pen that he always kept in his coat.

"Yeah hold on" A simple piece of paper torn from earlier today's movie ticket was handed to the shorter guy. He wrote it as perfect and readable as he could, even going slow and taking his time for just some silly little numbers.

Vincent gave john the scrap back and then grabbed his bags and anything else that was in the car. "Alright, 'night Jfk!" He had told him in a rather cheerful tone, it was very much the after effects of Jfk's surprisingly very contagious grin, and just mood in general.

"Eh, please, uh call me jack" he replied, jfk or Kennedy was too formal for his taste. Plus, if he called Vincent vinnie, he deserves to call him jack at the very least.

"Oh, well, 'night jack!", Van Gogh gave him a tiny yet quick wave

"Later!", He waved back as he drove away from the side walk and into the direction of his home. Vincent felt great from the fun day he had, he stayed outside and watched the Corvette slowly disappear from his view. Once he couldn't see or hear it, he went inside to get cleaned up and eat his leftovers gained by the whole trip.

He put all of the little things he bought at the event in his room and in places that fit with the area or decor of the room, and even a little bit of the living room, kitchen, and his bathroom. By the time he was done, the clock had already striked pass 10:40pm

When the moon was fully up, Vincent was just admiring its beauty, watching the stars twinkle and shine, looking back up at the moon in it's whole form.

A ringing from the telephone was heard from across his bedroom, something so familiar, yet so foreign.

It didn't go on for much longer.