fond :: lrh

2.2

the grocery store is near the house, which is convenient because i don't have a car.

i walk there, with only my phone and wallet, then buying stupid foods like sour patch or chocolate bars.

my phone buzzed, another call fron luke

"hello?"

"ems, if you're at the grocery store, don't buy stupid shit."

i glanced down at my cart, indeed, full of stupid shit

"h-how do you..?"

"fans. thank god for them. i could watch you every second"

"that's creepy."

"it's called caring, ems."

"no, it's called stalking. i don't know how to cook 'american food'. there's no vegemite here. i'm dissapointed."

"i brought my own. just buy the bread, maybe we'll eat out."

"okay, bye luke"

"aw, no i love you?"

my heart just sunk. it probably went to my stomach. fuck.

"w-wh—"

"the last time you said i love you."

"i–did?"

"yeah"

"you must've misheard."

"nope." he said, popping the p

"well" luke continued "if you don't wanna say it, i'll say it. love you ems."

then, he hung up.

and i, appauled, standing in the middle of the store, shocked.