Michael is currently staying at Aria's, since her dad will be gone for the week on business. He left Sunday afternoon, leaving the girl alone with some extra cash for emergencies and a top up on her card. She told him that Michael would be staying over, and he was skeptical until realizing Michael repulsed his daughter.
"Aria!" Michael groans, closing the pantry cupboard, "You've got no snacks, we need to go out." He says, walking towards the girls bedroom.
"Mike, we just got back home." Aria mumbles, having already made herself comfortable under the covers and masses of pillows. "And it's a fucking Tuesday, I'm so tired."
"Aria, the only things you have in your pantry are fat containers of rice, and cans of baked beans. What the fuck are we meant to eat?" He says, feeling the regular after school munchies kick in.
The boy even checked the fridge, and freezer, finding nothing other than frozen chicken and peas. As well as packets of green beans, broccoli, and half an onion. Nothing to snack on other than 5-month old dark chocolate that has been in the fridge, and that is the last resort... maybe Michael can sip on the soy sauce.
It's confirmed, Aria Stanton is out of stock, and she hasn't gone shopping in a couple days.
"Didn't your dad take you out shopping before he left?" He questions, laying down on the bed — or what little space of the bed he has, since Aria is dead center in the middle. "He put money in your card, but he didn't take you grocery shopping. Unbelievable."
"I went shopping on Sunday," she claims. "Why do you think there's so much produce in the fridge?"
"Yeah, but you didn't get snacks! You got real food, food that needs to be cooked and prepared." He explains, "Where is the frozen pizza, the ready-made meals, the ramen packets, the snacks. There's not one single edible thing in that fridge."
"Okay," she rolls over, facing her faded-green haired best friend. "First of all, you know that I only get my ramen from that Chinese store in the eastern suburbs. I want the authentic shit, not fucking instant beef ramen."
She's not about to waste money on poorly made instant noodles with zero to none flavour that always has that tangy taste to it. She wants to go to the source, that imports ramen from south and east Asian countries, the real shit. Aria's adjusted to a certain lifestyle... It's also where she buys her 25 kilograms of rice.
"Secondly, I know how to cook. I don't need ready-made meals when I can have last night's dinner." She states, "Lastly, I did buy snacks, we ate them all yesterday."
Yes, the two packets of TimTams, the bags of Fritos and chips, the frozen pizzas, even all the gum. Gum. Everything was devoured on both Sunday, and Monday nights. Living with Michael has been a real pile up in the bins, and a bunch of money going down the drain.
"Okay, but can we please go out and buy snacks?" Michael begs, "I'll pay! And I never pay for anything!"
Aria groans, pulling her sheets off and sitting up in the bed. The girl stares at the boy for a few solid seconds before sighing and getting off the mattress, grabbing her small purse from the floor then shoving her wallet into it. Her phone slipped into the back pocket of her jeans, as she left the bedroom to put on her shoes.
Michael, on the other hand, gleams of joy. He skips down the hall, meeting Aria at the front door as she ties up the laces of her [ratty] converse. She grabs her keys, opening the door for Michael to walk out, and locking it behind her.
They both hop into her car, and the girl connects her phone to the aux, playing – a newly created – hyper-pop playlist, knowing Michael hates it. Something about the 'repetitive' sound that he doesn't like, either way, Aria doesn't care. She loves hyper-pop, or at least her version of it.
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BAD OMENS ✬ luke hemmings
Fanfiction"what happened to us?" "well, we hated each other." she hates him, he hates her. petty rivalry, rumours, comments tore their friendship apart. they can't be around each other and everyone knows that. though after taking it too far, the two are sub...
