WeeklyChris Imagines , c.c (completed)

5. grocery shopping

I stared into the fridge and sighed loudly at the sight of clear shelves and one green pepper, sitting on it's lonesome on the bottom shelf.
"Noooo...." I groaned before stropping off to moan about this to Chris.

"What's up? He asked whilst sitting on the sofa, or rather sprawled out all over the sofa. He looked up at me blankly as I stumbled into the living room to tell him this heartbreaking news. That we, Chris and I, have no food left in the fridge...

"We have no food left" I whined, throwing myself into the couch and found myself being engulfed with Chris. His legs wrapped around my small frame and his arms hugged me tightly as I lay in between his legs and hugging his torso loosely, resting and nuzzling my head into his chest, taking in the scent of his cologne.

I lifted my head and looked at him. His attention quickly came to my eyes as he looked down at me "we need to get more food" I stated.

He sighed and rested back, letting his head fall onto the sofa arm "oh come on... Can't we just cuddle?" He whined.

"No Chris," I giggled, crawling off of him and to my feet "we need to go".

"Fine." I put my hands on my hips after he made no effort to move at all "I can go on my own" at this his head shot up.

"No. You know I don't like you going out alone at night, it's almost 11:00 (pm)," he sweetly said as I guessed he would. He sighed once more "okay," Chris chuckled sleepily "let's go, I'm driving" he stood up as I passed him the keys I had already gotten and put them into his palm as he walked past me and to the door. I collected my bag and putting my purse and phone into it before putting on my grey jacket and converse.

Chris and I quite often found ourselves going on these spontaneous late night shopping trips because, one, I need food, two, I'm lazy and forget to go in advance, three, I'm the kind of person to say "I'll do it later" when later is an infinite time that doesn't exist.

I went to the passenger side and sat down, slouching back and letting the cold leather embrace me.
Chris put the keys in the ignition and before I knew it, we were on our way to our local food shop.
The bright lights of LA lit up the dark streets, with streetlights lighting up the sidewalks and busy traffic lighting up every road.
We were singing on to the songs on the radio; I was signing awfully much to Chris's amusement whereas he was singing along like an angel, as per usual.
We were singing Mr Brightside, The Killers being a favourite of mine.
I was particularly passionate about my small performance right at this minute as we entered the parking lot. Chris waited for the song to finish watching and laughing to himself, hiding his face and looking away every so often and when I was done I unbuckled my seatbelt "alright, come on" I said as if that didn't happen even though it definitely did.

Chris just laughed and got out of the car and taking the keys out of the ignition "what even are you?" He mumbled to himself whilst a little laugh crept into his voice.

"Hey,  I am an amazing singer I'll have you know" I sarcastically spoke as I went and got a shopping cart, which Chris in all of his Canadian glory calls a 'buggy' but I always take this opportunity to tell him that he is wrong and that a buggy is something my wheel a small child around in, not food in a grocery store.

I pushed the cart around, weaving in and out of aisles as Chris picked up items and placed them into the cart.
"Do we REALLY need anymore green tea? How much can one person really need?" I giggled as Chris shrugged, smiling to himself and putting it into the cart.

I picked up two boxes of malteasers and then thinking will Chris want a box too? I ended up not getting him malteasers because he'd probably just give them to me or I'd eat them anyway.
I wheeled around the aisles when I finally found Chris.