Break Bad

Essentials: Wine, Lotion, Cigarettes.

June 24th, 1:09Pm..

"This is, really not what I expected when you said we were 'going out'"
Lance said, pushing the cart behind Keith through the supermarket.

Keith shrugged.
"You can't keep using your finger to brush your teeth. And you need your own towels, shampoo, body wash, clothes, and so on. You can't keep using mine forever. Unless you want to get all that stuff from your paren-"

"Definitely not."

"Okay, then we shop for it. Plus I don't have the food for two people at my place. My fridge is too small for a lot of food, so we need to get canned things."

"Why not get a bigger fridge?"

"I couldn't fit a bigger one in my kitchen."
Keith said simply, looking through a rack of different types of bread.

"Why don't we get a bigger place?"

Keith finally turned to him.
"Lance, I own a tattoo shop. I can't afford a bigger place."

"But, you rented out a penthouse in a five star hotel on a whim."

"And if I do that all the time I'll be broke in a year. We need to pool our money, and conserve it."

Lance groaned, and rolled his eyes, as Keith put his hands on his own hips.
"Unless you want to work a nine to five job?" Keith asked.

Lance dropped his gaze, and shook his head.

"Right." Keith continued. "Then we budget. No super fancy restaurants, no hyper expensive food."

"Ever?" Lance asked, showing Keith his wide innocent glistening sky blue eyes.

Keith sighed.
"Okay, maybe sometimes. But, not often. The parlour pays for the apartment, not the food, gas, or anything else."

"Sooo-?"

"So, we'll probably be spending around four hundred a month in food between us. Plus phone bills, gas, entertainment, ect. So we need to budget."

"Okay, how much money do you have saved up?" Lance asked.

Keith got close, and spoke quietly.
"I have a little over a million in my savings."

"A million?"
Lance practically screeched.

"Shut the fuck up!" Keith whisper yelled.

Lance whispered too.
"Why are we budgeting when you have a million freaking dollars?"

"And how long is that million going to last if we spend five hundred every day on a hotel?"
Keith retorted.

"Two thousand days."
Lance said immediately.

Keith blinked at him, then backed up a step.
"How did you...?"

Lance smiled wide.
"I rocked my multiplication tables in school."

"Right. Point is, the more we budget, the longer it'll last. The longer it'll last, the more time we'll have to figure things out."

"What exactly are we figuring out?"

Keith sighed.
"What the fuck we're going to do. I mean, you moved in with me yesterday. Neither of us have talked to our families, so for all we know we've both been disowned. We need to be careful, and assume we're on our own, until we know otherwise."

Lance took a deep breath, then another, the began breathing much quicker.
"Shit. We really have kinda fucked ourselves."

"Lance, just calm down."