you're just as far in as you'll ever be out

well the truth hurts, and lies worse

Another long one! I think I figured out a subplot for my bb Danielle too so hopefully that works out! Thanks again for reading this crazy story ;)

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"I'm giving you five minutes in the produce aisle. That's it."

After three unsuccessful attempts, Danielle finally pulled a basket free and glanced down at her sister oddly. "Yeah, okay."

"D, I'm serious!" Alana whined, practically yipping at her sister's elbows.

Even though the grocery store was mostly littered with old people and their grandchildren, Alana still couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Este more or less forced her to go to the store with Danielle so that she wouldn't sit in her room and fester over the events that transpired earlier.

"Do you have the list?"

Alana dug through her back pocket and placed the crumbled up paper in Danielle's awaiting palm. "How long is this going to take?"

"I don't know," Danielle sighed. "Long if you don't stop complaining."

"I'm not complaining," Alana mumbled with a slight pout. "It's just really crowded."

Danielle gave her sister a sympathizing pat on the back. "Do you want to ride in a cart?" She laughed to herself when Alana did not find it funny. "It might be easier if we split up."

"No," Alana answered quickly.

"Lans, no offense, but these old geezers aren't going to know who you are," Danielle pointed out softly. She watched Alana throw an array of cookies in the cart. "Okay, we're only here for one night. We don't need all that."

"Uh huh," Alana nodded childishly.

"Nuh uh," Danielle argued back, equally childishly. "Pick one."

"Pick one? What are you, my mother?"

Danielle scowled and pushed along, trying to remain calm when Alana practically stepped on her feet in the process. "What are you doing?" She was beginning to lose patience with her sister. It was a lot to take sometimes.

Alana looked up from the package of guacamole she plucked off the shelf. "Um, buying guacamole?"

"No!" Danielle just about shrieked. "No. Put it back. I'll make it myself."

"Daniellleeee, no. I'm not going to watch you eye fuck the shit out of the avocados for the next ten years."

"Jesus, Alana," Danielle hissed when a few people turned around to glare at Alana for her choice of lewd language. "Then I'll meet you in the chip aisle."

Alana opted not to protest. "Okay, byeee," she sang quietly to herself, grinning when Danielle looked annoyed. "Do you want to build a snowman?"

"Go away," Danielle demanded. "Now."

Alana laughed to herself and turned on her heel, nearly crashing into an old man with a rickety cane. She quickly apologized and set out in search of the chip aisle that seemed to be non-existent. Este specifically requested some type of organic tortilla chips that looked like cardboard. Both she and Danielle knew that was not going to happen.

Aisle five, aka the chip aisle, was across the store. Alana felt foolish for looking back at Danielle every five seconds until she was just a blurry figure groping the avocados. She knew her sister would never leave her, but she definitely still needed some reassurance especially since Danielle had been so hot and cold with her since the tour ended. Some days Danielle would want to hang out, and other days she'd ignore her altogether and then make up some lame excuse.