It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 23- Target

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

~Harper's POV~

"Don't let them see you!" Japan insisted, stuffing pillows into a cart and looking very suspicious.

"Japan, you're more suspicious than I am," I raised an eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes. "Come on! Help me with the supplies!"

"Okay, okay," I grinned back at her, excitement pouring into my veins at the thought of what we were about to do.

We were going to be doing a twenty-four hour challenge at Target, which was basically us illegally staying overnight at a store. It was a minor offense, as long as we didn't steal anything and as long as we didn't if we got caught.We had to be super careful, so as not to be discovered, and so our parents wouldn't find out.

Japan's mother is super strict, and super hard on her, just like my father. My father and Japan's mother were very similar in their viewpoints of their children. But even I had to admit, Japan's mother creeped me out a little. She seemed to hate me, but that may be because I had once told her to stop being so hard on Japan.

It's safe to say that Japan and I both have strict parents that we don't like that much. My mother, France, is super sweet and I love her. She's always overrun with the little boys and obligations of her own though, so she seems to turn a blind eye to some of my father's poor parenting decisions.

It's not her fault that she married such a tyrant.

In conclusion, if our parents ever found out about what we were about to do, we would be screwed.

Back to the present, we were currently grabbing all the materials we needed and stuffing them into a basket-shopping-cart-hybrid thing so we could come back and set up our fort once the lights turned out.

"We're going to need more pillows and a flashlight if you can find one," Japan mused, shuffling through the many items we already had piled up in our cart.

I nodded, and instead of going to the pillow section, I of course went over to the snacks aisle, where I would be able to find some good food for tonight. I had suggested ordering a pizza earlier, but Japan had shut down that idea since it would arouse suspicion.

I spotted my favorite chips and ran over to them excitedly. As I went to grab them off the shelf, a hand overlapped mine and I paused in confusion. Is someone trying to take my chips? How dare they--

I turned to find the cutest boy I have ever laid my eyes upon next to me, and I almost forgot about the chips. My resolve to fight the boy dissipated as I surveyed the boy's appearance. He was around five- eight with these warm brown eyes that were so comforting and innocent that it made me want to protect him. His brown hair was swept to the side and he looked very shy and confused about the circumstance that we were currently in.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he stuttered, looking very flustered. He quickly pulled his hand off of mine and peered at the ground nervously.

"It's okay," I insisted, suddenly feeling very guilt-tripped.

I went to go hand him the chips, and it was then when I realized: this was the last bag of those particular chips on the shelf.

I paused, having a very apparent internal struggle.

He was cute. He should have the chips. But I wanted the chips. I wasn't going to let him take my chips.

He put a hand on the back of his neck as if in reassurance. "Oh, uh, you can have them," he said, apparently realizing my internal conflict. His gaze fell on the ground dejectedly and I immediately felt awful.