Rule Three// c.h

A Pickle

Maybe the grocery store wasn't the best place to pick a fight, but it's not like I started it. Or maybe I did.. But Calum was definitely an idiot for arguing with me over such a trivial thing. The afternoon had started out pretty normal, when Calum came home from work, we drove to the grocery store together and he teased me continuously for not wanting to get a cart and grabbing a basket instead.

"What if we get a lot of stuff? Then I'll have to carry most of it because you didn't want to get a cart." Calum pointed out as we walked down the aisles.

"Carts are for old people and mothers. We are neither. If we end up carrying a ton of shit then fine. That's how we'll do it." Calum had laughed as I picked out fruit. We weren't getting that many things anyways. Mostly fruit and something to eat for dinner tonight. That's where the fighting started.

"Are we having spaghetti?" Calum asked, wrinkling his nose as he looked at me. I placed the sauce back down on the shelf.

"Yeah, unless you don't want that." He pursed his lips and said nothing. "You can say you don't want spaghetti Calum I'm not going to throw a fit over it or anything." He shrugged.

"It's just... I know spaghetti is your favorite."

"I'll live, what do you want to eat?" I asked as we wandered out of the aisle. "Chicken? My mom finally gave me the recipe for Jake's favorite dish." Calum shook his head,

"Not chicken."

"Then what? Pick something."

"No, you pick. I can't cook. Just, nothing with chicken and no spaghetti." I'm not that great at cooking things though yet so when he said that, I was at a loss. My list of things that I could make was now smaller.

"Meatloaf?"

"No."

"Pork chops?"

"No?"

"Calum, what the fuck?" I asked, pausing in the cereal aisle. "This isn't Master Chef or anything. I'm limited in the things I can make and you've practically said no to everything I can do."

"Well I don't know, you pick something." He argued, gesturing to me. I huffed.

"It just can't be chicken, pork chops, spaghetti, or meat loaf right?"

"I don't care anymore, just choose something."

"Well if you didn't care then why argue with me about it and say no to everything I suggest?"

"It doesn't matter now Lil, okay?" He asked, getting angry.

"Calum you are so.." I was going to call him insufferable when I rounded a corner and ran straight into someone. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" I squeaked out, jumping backwards and taking in the guys tall frame.

"No problem." He replied in a voice that was vaguely recognizable. Wait.. Did I recognize this guy? He kind of looked like...

"Andrew?" I asked, taking in the familiar mop of dark hair and hazel eyes. He slowly smiled looking at me.

"Oh my god, Lil?"