scomiche shots & tidbits

soup for the sicky

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we're both sick and at the store. I got to reach for the last can of chicken noodle soup just as you do.
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I blew my nose one last time before opening my car door.

My olive skin had turned pale, almost yellow.

My brown hair was not on point.

And I had on my ex boyfriends sweater he left.

I was a mess, yes.

But I was sick.

And I needed soup.

I grabbed a small basket and wondered around for a little, grabbing some crackers and juice, along with the medicine that Kirstie said would help with my cold.

I made my way to the soup isle and looked for my favorite chicken noodle soup.

I went to reach for the last can on the shelf and another hand goes to grab it.

I whipped my head, connecting the hand to a blonde boy whose nose was about ten shade redder than mine.

"Sorry, but I'm sick and I really need this soup." He explained. I just rolled y eyes slightly.

"Me too buddy. This is the only soup I'll eat so i guess you gotta go find another can of soup." I sassed.

"Woah, calm down dude." He grabbed the soup, causing me to drop my jaw. I thought he was going to put it in his cart but instead, he slid it into my basket.

"It's just soup, babe. No need to get worked up about it." My heart fluttered when the word 'babe' left his mouth.

"Sorry..." I scratched at my neck. "I've been sick for like a week and literally soup is the one thing I look forward to." I giggle slightly.

"That was the cutest thing I've ever heard." I heard him mumble. "Um, cute sweater, by the way."

I cringed slightly.

"Ha ha, thanks... it's my ex boyfriends. He never took it back I guess." I looked at his blue eyes, locking eyes with him immediately.

"Hey...uh, how much does a polar bear weigh?" He asked, sheepishly.

"Um, no clue." I answered, slightly confused.

"Enough to break the ice. Hi, I'm scott." He held his hand out.

I laughed loudly.

"Okay, that was funny." I shook his hand.

"Can I get your number, maybe?"