Forgetting is Best (JD.)

[Jalen August]

Jalen shook her ahead again. It must not have been that bad, considering he was currently driving the thing. “You’re in a grocery store using a grocery cart, what’s dumb about that?” She asked, looking at JD again. She really wasn’t going to let it go. He probably wouldn’t either.


“This is a bit different than riding a bike, but yeah, I get what you’re saying,” she said. Finally, something they could just agree on and move on. “And if the cart flips, it flips, just adds to the adventure,” she added then, not too concerned, JD was behind the thing anyways. Now if she had been driving... she would be singing a different tune. In fact, she would probably try and send the speedster flying on purpose. But he didn’t need to know that.

The blonde laughed at bit at her own childishness. “I’m glad you like my jokes,” she said, putting said buns into the cart, before she cracked another bad pun.

Jalen gracefully stepped off the cart and began unloading it onto the moving black conveyer belt after JD had paid for the tub of ice cream. A small ‘ding’ could be heard after each item was scanned and put into plastic bags, the girl taking out her wallet from her small purse, paying in cash. She shook her head no, “Nah, you can buy next time sweetheart,” she said, sending a wink his way, which made the cashier raise her eyebrows, making Jalen smirk. Buying all of this and cooking it would end up being cheaper than going out anyways, and they had had a lot of fun doing it.

She reached for the bags but JD beat her to it, so she just followed him outside with her car keys ready to go, unlocking the tiny car and popping the trunk. “Carrying grocery bags. Totally not dumb, right?” Jalen asked JD’s retreating figure. Make that a very nice retreating figure. He had put everything into the trunk as she reached the driver’s side, getting in and starting the car while she waited for him to get in too.

“No, we’re all set for the finest dinner you’ve ever had cooked in your dorm. Zac is going to be totally jealous,” she said with a smirk, not that she really cared what the billionaire thought, she was just talking now. She put the car in reverse, manoeuvred out of the parking lot, and only sped a little bit to get back to the dorm parking lot.

She got out of the car and popped the trunk again, taking the ice cream, waiting for JD to get the rest so she could close the trunk.

[JD Paerson]

"Guys don't use carts. That's what's dumb. It's like...like a guy driving a minivan. Guys carry baskets, guys drive sports cars, guys don't use shopping carts. Simple." Did he argue this much with most girls he knew? Potentially. He did seem to argue with people a lot.

"Yes, well. It's nice to know that your friend has a sense of humor. Especially if you can still catch the jokes. Some people just say things that fly right over everyone's head." JD himself had been accused of that on occasion, so he'd mostly stopped trying to crack jokes. "There's thinking outside of the box, and then there's just plain crazy." If that made any sense.

There she went again! JD was positive she was flirting with him. Was he supposed to flirt back? Play along? Be embarrassed? Was there a correct response? "Anything you say, dear," he said in response, nodding solemnly and hiding a small grin. He missed any reaction from the cashier, since he was too busy grabbing the bags.

"Of course it's not dumb. What, was I supposed to make you carry them?" Manners. JD still remembered his. "What would people think then? No, if there's the two of us coming out of a store, I need to be the one playing cart-horse, otherwise people really will think I'm a dumbass."

He managed not to wince when thinking about Zac, though he didn't exactly smile. "I can't wait," he said instead. "As you might know, I'm always up for a good meal." He buckled up and did not look at the speedometer on the way back to the dorms, and he only tensed a little as they zoomed around a particularly sharp corner. He was getting better at the whole "trust" thing.

"Right, up to the dorm then," JD said, grabbing the groceries and heading up to his room. "Stairs ahoy." Sometimes, he had to admit, he hated living on the fifth floor.

[Jalen August]

“Ah, back to the gender stereotyping I see?” She asked, a smirk on her face. “Bet you haven’t had this much fun with a shopping cart in your life,” she might have to take that statement back at some point, “sometimes it’s okay to think outside the box.” JD might have been intelligent, but he was rigid, and if Jalen could teach him anything, it was that sometimes life needed to be lived one day at a time. “And what’s wrong with minivans?” She grinned, pressing the matter further just for the hell of it, because she could.

Did she ever have a sense of humour! Ha, JD was only seeing the peak of it. She smiled at the compliment, and then kept her mouth shut, because she had remembered what it was like to laugh with Cody.

Jalen was happy to see the speedster so willingly conforming to the mundane things couples did. They weren’t really a couple though, at all, they were just playing. Like in the cafeteria. The blonde sighed to herself, trying not to make a big deal out of things as she pushed her hair out of her face. Light and fun, right? But she wasn’t sure what to make about the whole carrying bags thing. “Well, no, but... you care about what people think about how you come out of a grocery store with me?” She frowned. “Dumbass?” Was she finally having a blonde moment in front of the brunette? What was he getting at?

Closing the trunk after, she followed after him until she was beside him, purse in one hand, pail of ice cream in the other. She wanted to ask him if he thought this was a date, or simply an owing of goods. Maybe she didn’t want to hear his opinion if it would end up being the latter, which was why she didn’t ask. She followed him into the dorm she had been in once before, and shut it behind the both of them so JD could settle the groceries on the counter.

Jalen put the ice cream away and began raiding the cupboards for pans, a potato masher, a couple knives and a cutting board. The blonde took down some spices, which had never been opened. “I take it you guys like mac and cheese?” She teased, bopping JD with the plastic wrapped seasoning salt. She laughed, setting the oven and opening the sack of potatoes. “Supper will be ready in an hour or so, so make yourself comfy,” she said, her eyes on the potato she was peeling with the knife, her hands quick as lightning.

[JD Paerson]

This thread is continued at We're Just Friends in the dorms.