affair II ; jack gilinsky

fifteen

almost a week has gone by of being back in la, and i was now pushing a cart through the sixth aisle at the local walmart, since i offered to do some grocery shopping for my parents.

as much as they like to deny it, i'm much better at picking things that they'll actually need and not waste.

"how about this?". i turned around, hearing jack's voice for the first time in over ten minutes, and saw him holding a stuffed animal over his face.

i playfully rolled my eyes and took it out of his hands, "is that the wholewheat bread that i told you to go and find?".

he chuckled, taking the stuffed animal back, "you're taking this way too seriously, babe".

"the better we do, the more money my parents save".

"or is this just an opportunity for you to say i told you so?" jack cocked his eyebrow and i lightly pushed him, so he'd turn to go and find what was intended.

just after jack disappeared, i continued moving and focused on the shelves to find ingredients for a meal i was planning today until my cart accidentally collided into another.

"i am so sorry" i quickly apologised, then looked up to get a better look at who i exactly bumped into.

my eyes blinked several times to try and grasp who was standing before me.

"...dylan," i managed to say as he stood with a surprised look on his face and in a stance that was somewhat uneasy.

"savannah," he spoke with his voice low. "hi".

"hi".

"what are you doing here? i mean, here, back in la?" he inquired.

"i'm just visiting for a few days and doing a little shopping for my parents".

dylan nodded his head, "oh, okay, well my fridge's kind of empty right now and we can't have that, right?".

i tried to smile at his joke, but i started to remember how we left things months ago, whilst becoming tense at the silence waving over us.

"so, how have you been?" he eventually asked. "how's london, it's been almost a year since we've spoken?".

i tapped my nails against the cart handle, "i know, uh, i'm good, london's great, how about you?".

"i'm well and...there's nothing much else to say" dylan lightly chuckled, scratching the back of his head so his shirt lifted up a little. "so, are you still with—".

cutting him off, jack came around the corner and placed two bags of bread in the cart, "okay, i found the bread and the exact brand that your mom wanted".

"you did?".

"only after i'd bent down so much to make sure i didn't miss it" he clutched onto his back. "we need to cook something extra healthy today, so i can get back in shape".

i watched as realisation quickly dawned on dylan's face, once jack said the word 'we'.

i awkwardly rubbed the side of my arm, "jack, you remember dylan, right?".