𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙇𝙖𝙠𝙚 . . .

The rattle of shaky wheels screeched along the tiled floors of the supermarket. Willow skipped along as she pushed the cart, from time to time Dustin would pop around a corner and throw something into the cart, mumbling about what his Dungeon Master would like. They were currently shopping for Eddie, it had been a few days since they stopped by, and though she hadn't spoken up about it, Willow was starting to worry.

After the events of last night in the Creel house, Willow piped up about how they still needed to get a six-pack for the metalhead, he had requested a food delivery and the Scooby Doo gang had been so enraptured in searching the old abandoned house that they had completely forgotten about the boy on the run.

Willow hadn't though.

As soon as they left to house, she brought up going to the supermarket, but it was already dark out, and the group decided to put it off to tomorrow.

So there they were, in their local mart, six-pack and other snacks in the metal cart.

Willow rolled it down the cereal isle, Steve in tow, New Order playing from the Walkman around her neck, and her eyes landed on a box of Honey Comb, the cereal they had bought for him the last time they did a food delivery, he seemed to appreciate the cereal, having munched on it throughout their whole conversation in the boat shack.

"Beer and cereal?"

Steve spoke up, his nose scrunched up in the disgust. Willow rolled her eyes at him, throwing the box into the cart.

"Don't whine Harrington, cringing doesn't suit your face."

She grabbed his cheeks and stretched them out, forcing his face into a smile. She giggled at the odd expression, his eyes hooded in annoyance and his lips stretched into a caricatural smile. After a minute he swiped her hands away, and Dustin walked down the isle, throwing one last thing into the cart before clapping his hands.

"Right, that should do it!"

After the items were scanned and paid for, they wheeled the cart back to the car where the others waited. They hefted the items into the boot, and after Willow returned the cart to its place beside the store, she hopped into the boot between Dustin and Steve.

The drive was silent enough, besides the upbeat music playing from the radio and idle chatter every now and then, and of course the annoying rustling and crunching of Dustin and Steve chowing down on Pringles.

"Not to be a wimp but can I maybe sit in the car for this visit? Cause this is gonna totally and royally suck."

Robin broke the silence as she leaned her chin on her hand resting on the window, huffing as she looked over at Nancy. Willow glanced up and started to fiddle with her hands nervously. She wasn't wrong. Eddie was already in a tough situation, but now he was potentially even more screwed.