You dragged your boyfriend through the automatic doors as you hummed along to the tune you had stuck in your head. "Can you grab me one of the wipes? I'm not risking the number of germs that are on this," you asked before you even touched the kart. Remington nodded and walked over to the wipe stand, pulling one out before handing it to you.
As Remington walked in front of you, he put food in the kart. Eventually, you guys had made it out of the snack aisles and to the actual food aisles. Of course, you had to pick everything out because Remington only knew how to shop for chips and Nutella.
When you stepped away from the kart, he started to put everything you guys grabbed as far back as he could, making room for himself in the kart. He made you hold it so he could get in, people staring and whispering as the six foot, tattooed, man-child in makeup struggled to get in the kart.
"Happy now?" You asked, a smile on your face as you pushed him around. "Yes, extremely. Can we go to the Halloween decorations? I want to decorate the bus," a chuckle escaped your mouth as you practically ran over to the decorations, to excited to look at them.
"E-e-excuse me, you aren't allowed to sit in the karts like th-" When both you and Remington turned around, the small voice behind you had stopped. You were the first to notice the tattoo on her arm, a smile spreading on your face.
You helped Remington out of the kart and he started up a conversation with the girl. While they talked, you looked at all the decorations, putting all sorts of random shit in the kart. "Hey Rem, I need a new backpack so I'm gonna go look at those."
Remington gave you a thumbs up as he continued talking to the fan.
After a couple more minutes, you saw the boy walking in your direction. "What do you think of thi- Rem, that's the wrong way." "What now?" As he came around the corner, a loud laugh escaped your mouth when you noticed the shoes he was wearing. "First off, how did I not notice you were wearing Heelys? Second off, if you're gonna use those around the store at least stay where I can see you."
Remington flipped you off before sliding in the other direction. "You ain't my parent, I'm older than you!" Another laugh escaped your mouth as you saw him trip and fall in front of a family. The kids laughed at him as the parents tried to drag them away from the grown man wearing Heelys and red eyeshadow.
He pushed himself further away from you. It was about a minute before you heard a thud and a small 'fuck.' "God, I'm dating an actual man-child," you whispered to yourself before you grabbed a bag and went to find Remington.
When you found him he was on the floor, taking the wheels out of the shoes. "You know these were a good purchase when I was drunk. Also, can we get band-aids?" You chuckled as you helped him up. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you walked toward the personal care aisles, in search of band-aids.
