AUDIBLE | DogDay x CatNap

Breathe.

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We're in the car right now, and we're driving down to the store. I don't know, but Catnap seems a little sketched out, like thin lines on a paper to be easily erased. I can't help but keep looking at him, thinking that he might pass out and get into a wreck or something. "Hey, you alright, babe?" I ask.

"Yeah... Yeah... I'm just... overthinking things." He reassures.

Maybe it's something to do with his job? Or perhaps Kickin'...? I haven't a clue what's going on in his head, but it's something that I'd look to figuring out. I have to worry when it comes to him.

He's had trauma in his life, and so have I.

I feel that he obviously had it rougher, but I'm here for him.

Someday, perhaps he'll understand that I'm always by his side.

But for now, he's turning into the Walmart parking lot. He swiftly scans the area for a space, and since the sun is almost about to set, it's pretty empty. It's easy to find a spot, and I unclip my seatbelt, and open up the car to walk out. 

"So, what was the list again?" I ask him.

"I-I... I believe we came here for milk, butter, and... I need Gatorade since I've been invited for a celebrity Basketball game. That's not until a minute... So I don't think I'mma be buying it today." He chuckles, oddly, but I chuckle along with him to perhaps make him feel better.

I decide to ask him what's going on, because he's kind of been acting like this since Kickin' came over. "Babe, what's going on???" I ask him.

"Nothing... Well... Something... We can talk about it at home, alright?" He says, smirking, and rubbing my back. 

People obviously begin to look over as we enter the store itself, especially teens and preteens. 

"Yo, Catnap bro! What's good?"
"Can I get a picture?!"
"YO"
"HEY!"
"CATNAP!!"
"CAN I GET-
"CAN YOU-"
They swarmed all around us, some of the woman chatting to me.

"Dogday, is your man alright?" One of the woman ask me.

"Yeah... I'm sure he's fine. He's just always getting swarmed by these... Pimpled covered brats, so yeah, hahah." I say, scratching the back of my head.

The women reassure me, kindly. 

Security starts to walk over, about 5 of them.

"SEPERATE RIGHT NOW! GIVE THE MAN SOME BREATHING ROOM!" One yells over the intercom.

They disperse, making Catnap sort of gasp for air. "God damn..." He coughs, and I can see that he wants to yell at his fans, but he doesn't... He started to kind of... Punch his own chest, and then shakes his head, and reaches over to grab my hand. I take it.

He walks through the crowd, and fist bumps some of them to keep his good charm of a celebrity up. He doesn't want to be known as a rude, rich dude that only gives a fuck about money. Which he doesn't care about money at all... He's told me multiple times that I'm more important than anything. Same as him to me.

We walk through aisles of shelves, searching for what we need.

We approach the dairy section, where milk and butter will both be. 

Catnap doesn't seem to say anything, and just walks over to the milk, grabbing one red lid, and one blue. I go over and get some butter, also two small bins. We place it in the basket we grabbed from the entrance, and continue walking, and Catnap checks the list. 

People are obviously still following behind us, but we ignore it because we're about to be out of here anyway.

***(Yeah, I'm lazy, so what...)