Pessimist

16 - Games

"Game night at Vanessa's?" I repeat back what Dean had said. We were walking towards the frozen food section, Dean pushing the cart while my eyes roamed every item. After coming home from work, we decided to pay the grocery store a visit.

"It could be fun," Dean shrugged. "And it'll take your mind off the examination results. That is, if you would like to go."

"What kind of games? Like truth or dare?"

Dean gave me an amused glance, reaching over and grabbing a few cartons of eggs before handing them to me so I could place them in the shopping cart.

"Not necessarily...however you can never know with Zayn playing. Last time he wanted us to have a seance, all in attempts at trying to get ahold of his grandma and ask her if she meant to not leave him anything in the will."

I paused, looking over at him. "Did it work?"

"What do you think?"

Letting out a defeated sound, I shrugged my shoulders, pretending to be upset. "And here I was thinking I could finally get a chance to say goodbye to my goldfish. I was told it was busy swimming in the big blue sea, but you don't flush a fish down a toilet and expect me to believe that."

"I'm sure it's living it's dream life down there, Sophia. Hey, grab a few of those please." I saw where he was pointing at and compiled, also adding them inside.

With a skip in my step I took over pushing the shopping cart, letting Dean take my place as his hand held onto the side of it so I wouldn't knock anyone over like I had accidently done the other week. He had the shopping list I had made in his hands, his eyes squinting while reading this.

"Okay," He sighed, showing it to me. "What does this even mean?"

"Um, obviously it's saying we need oil. Dean, maybe you should consider wearing your glasses full time."

He glared at me, shaking the list in his hand. "How the fuck was I supposed to get oil out of two stickers?"

"You can clearly see that they're opposites. So is oil and water. That's how."

He didn't say a word, smoothing a hand down his face and sighing heavily, not bothering to argue with the logic I had just provided.

"Alright, but seriously...what games will we be potentially playing?"

"Most likely some stupid silly ones like never have I ever that'll give us an excuse to get tipsy."

"Oh. What if I don't wanna drink...? I don't wanna ruin the fun. Should I just not go? I ruined last time for you and I want you to hang out with your friends worry free." I said, looking at him.
The aisle was clear so I wasn't worried about potentially blocking someone's way, and Dean walked over to me, taking a hold of my hand and doing that same soothing motion that he knew would calm down my nerves.

"You didn't ruin anything, Sweetheart. I promise. And don't worry about the drinking, Ayesha isn't allowed to so we try and keep it to a minimum to be respectful."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." He reassured me before changing the subject. "Now, let's go find those frozen dumplings you told me about. Where were they located again?"

"Right next to the frozen spring rolls. They're really good, Dean! Though, I've only ever had them once back when I used to live with...him." I winced, not meaning to mention him at all. Sometimes I forget just how many years I spent with Devon, a good chunk of my adolescence was corrupted with the memories of living with him.

"Only once? I thought you said you really liked them."

I nodded, avoiding his gaze. "Devon wasn't really...respectful towards dishes he wasn't familiar with."