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We walk into Walmart and Jethro grabs a wagon and opens his mouth to speak but then closes it.
"You okay?" I ask.
"Oh, yeah. I was just wondering if we should split up? Get things done quicker."
"Doesn't matter." I smile.
"Alright, you go with Harry because he doesn't know his way around the store. I think?" He questions himself and Harry and I laugh because the look on Jeths face is funny. He looks so puzzled, like he confused himself from his simple words.
"I don't." Harry reassures.
"So yeah, do that. I'll go this way." Jethro says and hands us his wagon after pointing to the right.
"And we'll go this way." I smile and point to the left.
"Spread out troops." Jethro muffles his voice and pretends to speak into his watch.
"Can I say something?" I ask Harry as we walk through the plastic container aisle, not picking up anything.
"Yes."
"I really love your accent." I admit and I can feel my cheeks redden from the slight embarrassment I'm feeling, but I laugh. And so does he.
"Thank you. Thank you, very much." He continues to laugh a bit and looks at the ground for a brief second. "Have you ever been to England?"
"No, but I would love to go. I just wanna travel and England is the first place on my list." I throw some paper plates into the cart.
"What makes you wanna go so bad?" He asks and throws some napkins into the cart.
"Other than the accents, I love the shapes of the buildings. The architecture is really cool. And for some reason, I love rain a lot. I heard it rains there or the weather is almost always gloomy and that got my attention. And the Beatles are from there." I add in and we both laugh.
"The Beatles are pretty cool."
"I wanna go to Abbey Road and take a picture." I smile.
"I've done that."
"Really?"
He mumbles an "mhm" and looks pretty satisfied. He pulls out his phone and tells me that it's Niall.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Yeah, we're at Walmart."
"I'm not sure. I think he does."
"I'll ask."
"What kind?"
"Jeeze, Niall." He laughs while I throw a few cheap cotton blankets in the cart. Incase anyone gets cold tonight or wants to be comfy.
"Okay, got it."
"See you soon." And with that he hands up.
"Niall wants more beer, vodka, and orange juice." He tells me.
"That boy can drink." I laugh. "I'm only eighteen so, I can't buy any." I tell him.
"And I'm only nineteen so it looks like it's up to Jethro."
"Yeah, he's twenty-one and I'm sure he has his card."
"So Nialls in luck." He smiles and throws a flashlight into the cart.
"I'll just text Jeth."
I pull out my phone and Harry moves the cart to the side of the aisle in case people need to pass.
*Niall wants booze. It's up to you to satisfy his needs. Vodka, beer, and orange juice.*
"Alright, lets go." I smile. He pushes the wagon and I ask him if he's sure that he wants to push it.
