Getting To Know Jaret

Chapter 7: Critically Disdained

I was still deep in thought when Erik came out into the garden to see what I was doing. "Hey! Hey Jordan!" yelled Erik. "Hm?". I turned around, still slowly swinging on the swinging chair. "You've been out here for half an hour?" Erik queried, "are you okay?". I nodded and got up. I noticed Erik was out of his pajamas and was wearing dark grey three quarter length trousers, with a silver chain attached to the pocket, a black t-shirt, 2 dark beady necklaces, and black and white converse, then I realised I was still wearing his batman t-shirt and boxers. "I'll go get changed," I noted, walking into the house, Erik close on my heel. He went through to the living room, where Chris, Jaret and Gary were all on their phones, probably scrolling through Twitter or Facebook and sat down. I jumped up the stairs and into Erik's room. I quickly found my clothes I had left 2 nights ago for today and put them on, I then quickly brushed my hair up into a ponytail and put on some eyeliner on. I looked in Erik's tall mirror and saw myself. I was wearing black skinny jeans, and white shirt that had the 'Hangover You Don't Deserve' album cover on the front. I smiled at myself and started going down the stairs. When I approached the living room Chris and Gary were still on their phones but Jaret and Erik had hoodies on and were standing up, and Erik had his car keys in his hand. "Where are you two going?" I asked, hoping I could come along. "I need to get food, so we are going to the supermarket, we thought you might want to come?" Erik shrugged. "Sure," I said, smiling. I grabbed a black hoodie and black converse. We walked out to the car where Erik sat in the drivers seat, Jaret sat in the passenger seat and I had to sit in the back. When Erik turned the car on, the CD Player blasted out S-S-S-Saturday. I laughed as I remembered that song being played last night and Jaret and Erik's crazy dancing. It was a 10 minute drive to the nearest supermarket. Erik turned the corner and drove into the huge crazy parking lot of the supermarket. There were cars here and there and spread out. Erik parked near the supermarket and we got out his huge black range rover. We walked towards the huge shop, people looking at us. I smiled as Jaret winked at me. As we got in the shop, Erik turned around suddenly and stopped right infront of me. "Jordan, go get a trolley please, I forget it?" Erik smiled. I quickly turned around and went outside to get a trolley. I quickly grabbed a silver and red trolley and pushed it through the doors towards Erik. "Hey, Jaret, take the trolley?" Erik said, nodding towards Jaret. Jaret groaned but agreed. The supermarket was big, and had a matching colour of red. The employees wore red shirts as well. We walked around, talking, beginning to get bored while Erik picked out food and that's when Jaret had an idea. "Get in the trolley?" Jaret said, his eyes lighting up. "Why?" I asked. "Just do it, c'mon it will be fun," Jaret smiled. I laughed and pushed the small amount of food already in the trolley to the back and climbed in. Jaret started pushing it quickly around the isles, dodging in and out of people. Old people gave us dirty looks and some people laughed. The trolley was then going to quickly, Jaret couldn't keep up so the trolley smashed into a pile of white, fluffy pillows, of course with me in the trolley. I screamed with laughter and tried to push the pillows off me. I heard Jaret helping and he finally had found the right pillow and pulled me out. I stood up in the trolley and nearly fell. He put his hands on my waist to steady me and gently lifted me out onto the ground. A laughing Erik came round the corner and so did an angry manager. "And what have you both been up to," laughed Erik. "Well," Jaret said. "What in the name of Red is going on here?" yelled the manager. He obviously loved red too. "Just a harmless little fun, man, calm down," Jaret calmed. "No! I shall not! Get out the store!" yelled the manager. Everyone around us stopped to look at the little scence. "Right, calm down, we'll get it cleaned..." Erik began. "I will call the police!" the manager cut Erik off. "Fine, fine, we're going!" Jaret groaned, holding his hands up in surrender. Erik and Jaret turned around to walk away and so did I. But first I stuck my tongue out at the manager and put my middle finger up. And we walked out of the store with our heads held high. Stupid store wouldn't ruin my fun though, would it?