Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Roux & Dean Corso (Fluff/Humor)

"Dark chocolate, seventy-five percent," Dean repeated as he and Roux were shoved out of their apartment they shared with their roommate, Y/N.

The door slammed shut.

Both men were silent as they stared at it, before one of them spoke.

"Well, we can't keep her waiting too long," Roux supplied helpfully, "We might as well go and get what she asked."

"And be free of hysterical crying-"

"Ow!"

Roux shook his head as Dean massaged the back of his neck, his eyes flashing. He adjusted his round glasses; they nearly slipped off his nose.

"We still have groceries, too." Dean reminded him, and the Gypsy nodded. "Let's go."

ROUX'S POV
We agreed that I would get Y/N's stuff, and Dean would get the milk, red canned beans, eggs, tomatoes, cucumbers, and rice.

The dark chocolate Y/N had specifically requested hit the bottom of my shopping basket. My eyes fell onto the next thing she texted.

A silent curse left my mouth. "Tampons."

Craning my neck, I headed to the next aisle, wondering how Dean was doing.

DEAN'S POV
Once I set the jug of (milk you drink) milk into the shopping basket, I headed over to the open part of the store to get the tomatoes and cucumbers.

I had already gotten the eggs, beans, and rice, so there wasn't much, really.

"I could use a smoke right now," I muttered. Then a smile lit my face once I realized Roux had the harder task.

She owes us both.

ROUX'S POV

I felt like an alien as I stood in the aisle of period products.

Pink wrapping, blue wrapping, regular, heavy....

How did women do this every month?

Dialling her number, I prayed she wouldn't yell at me. "Pick up, come on."

She answered less than a minute later, her voice annoyed. "What is it, Roux?"

Counting to five, I hoped my voice sounded neutral.

"Exactly what tampons do you need? There's a big selection here." I said carefully, trying not to tick her off, even though I hadn't done anything.

Neither did Dean, come to think of it.

"(Period brand name) tampons, (Regular/ Light/ Heavy)" Y/N replied.

Shutting my eyes, I reached for the first one that matched her description, hoping she would be fine with it.

It fell into the basket, the shiny wrapping catching the lights and reflecting them.

Please let her be satisfied with it.

"Thanks, Y/N." I replied, and hung up.

I adore her, but when she's on her period, I would do anything to avoid her wrath. Or any woman's wrath, really.

Heading over to where Dean texted his location, a hot pack caught my eyes.

A tidbit of information swirled in my head. And Y/N had said...

Why not?

DEAN'S POV
"You got everything?" I asked, checking my receipt. We had already paid, and we're now outside, standing in front of the car.

"Yes, let's go." Roux replied, tucking a fallen lock of his hair behind his ear.

Shrugging, I lit a cigarette, before getting into the car. The smoke whirled around while I started it up. Roux cracked open a window.

Once we were on the road, I breathed out slowly. At least we'll be good for the next few weeks, now that we got the groceries.

"What's that?" I spied something else in Roux's bag. "Y/N just asked for dark chocolate and tampons."

"It's a hot pack. I heard it helps with cramps." Roux shrugged. At my raised eyebrow, he shot me a desperate look. "Come on,we have to try and keep her from getting mad at us for as long as we can. For our sake and hers."

I cringed, thinking of how she snapped this morning when I asked if she was okay, because she was crying. "You're right."

"It's another four days, Dean. We've been through this before." Roux sighed, tapping two fingers against the window.

"I'll check if Y/N's favorite movie, (your favorite movie), is on (Netflix/Hulu/ etc)." I chuckled. "She loves that movie." Roux slapped my shoulder, but it wasn't as hard as before.

"That's what I'd like to hear." Roux laughed. I rolled my eyes, also laughing.

"Shut up."