Now Or Never ~An OMGitsfirefoxx Fanfiction~

Now Or Never | | Spilling The Beans

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"Sonja! I'm hungry!" I heard Tom yell from my bed, dragging out the "n".

"Then get up and make yourself something, you lazy ass!" I yell back from my desk. I was currently finishing up editing a H1Z1 highlights video. Even though Tom and I have decided not to stream, we both still wanted to upload content regularly. So I recorded as normal at my desk, and Tom was able to make a make-shift setup for himself, although I have no idea how he records, edits and uploads with so many fewer utilities, but he makes it work.

"But you're a woman!"

"Do you really wanna go there Cassel?!"

"I think I just did! I'M HUNGRY!"

That's it. I threw off my headphones and stomped to my bed, grabbing Tom by the arm, trying to pull him off. "Come on." I grumble, yanking on his arm to no avail.

"Nope. Nice try though Reid." He says tauntingly. Suddenly, a sneaky thought pops into my head. I smirk. I let go of Tom's arm and, my fingers moving fast as lighting, I cup his face with my hands and kiss him. I only let it last for a second or two, but it's enough to shock him. I now easily grab his arm and yank him halfway off the bed, before he snaps out of it and laughs.

"Are you ready to make dinner together now?" I ask him, a smirk still present on my face.

"You're such a tease!" He yelled. I flipped my hair over my shoulder.

"All in a day's work." I replied sarcastically, waltzing towards the kitchen. He scowls, but follows me like an obedient puppy. I throw open the fridge first, but barely anythings in there. I then proceed to open all the cabinets and the pantry, but they were all the same as the fridge, empty.

"Shit." I mumble under my breath.

"Wha-oh goddammit." Tom says, peering over my shoulder and into the pantry and the fridge.

"Well you know what that means." I say looking up and smiling at him.

"At 8 o'clock?"

"Indeed. TO THE GROCERY!"
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Tom and I were wandering down the bread isle of the grocery store in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, more of a comfortable one where both us were just swaying to the beat of the music that was playing overhead and grabbing things that we needed along the way. Tom threw in a box of ramen noodles, but instead of just going back to looking at his side of the isle for things we needed, he nudged me a bit. When I put in some spaghetti sauce, I nudged him back. And by the time we were in the canned foods section we were practically shoving each other as we walked down the empty isles. I threw in some canned tuna just to distract Tom, and it worked.

"EWW! Sonja that shits nasty! Why would you-" He was cut off by me giving him a hard shove with my shoulder. He goes flying into the metal shelf, knocking a few cans over.

"Oh shit." I snort, then laugh as Tom gives me a evil glare. I quickly put the tuna back on the shelf, aware of what Tom was going to do next.

"Oh you're gonna get it Reid." He growls, launching himself at me.

"TOM NO!" I shriek, dodging him. I swiftly set the basket down and sprit down the isle, him hot on my tail. I'm at the end of the isle when I finally stop for a moment, but in that moment Tom tackles me from the side, sending me into a pyramid of green bean cans. My impact sends all the cans falling to the ground, some even busting open and spilling the disgusting juice all over the floor. Meanwhile I lay in the midst of the fallen cans, my hands covering my face.

"Fuck!" Tom whisper-yells. "Are you alright?" He then says, going back to normal volume. He sticks out his hand and I graciously take it. Soon we're both awkwardly standing there as staff and a manager comes running over to pick up the cans and clean up the juice. I begin to pick up a few cans, but the manager turns to Tom and sneaks a quick glance down at me.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you two to leave." He instructs. Both Tom and I flush a bright shade of crimson before we hustle out of the grocery store. Once we're outside Tom and I both bust out laughing, cold puffs of air coming from our mouths. After regaining our breath and taking note of the frigid temperature, we run back to my car.

"What now? We didn't get to check out! And it's 10." Tom asks me, a large grin still on his face.

"I say we head back, order pizza and relax with some Minecraft."

"Sounds like a plan."