Why Me? (Banana Bus Crew x Reader)

~Chapter 19 - shopping carts~

Delirious and I had talked a lot yesterday. We got to know each other more than we already did and found out that he shared most of the emotions I did. For example, he had a dark background as well.

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He lived with only his father after his mother divorced his father for cheating on her. When he was only seven, a gang broke into his home and killed his father while he quietly hid in a cupboard. The gang raided his house for anything they could take such as clothes, food, and money. When the house went completely silent and still after the gang left, Delirious came out.

He mourned the loss of his beloved father but soon realized that he was now alone. So, he went out to the cold and horrible streets of Los Santos seeking help. He spied a boy and his mother walking down the street. Delirious ran as fast as he could to ask them for help. These two people were Mrs. Fong and Evan Fong. They took him to the police station where Delirious explained to the officer what had happened. Mrs. Fong insisted on staying  at the police department until she knew the boy would be safe.

After the intense questioning Delirious had to go through, the officers did some research on his family. He didn't have anyone else to live with, since they found out that Delirious's mother had overdosed on drugs two weeks before this incident. Delirious's parents were both also only children, so he didn't have a choice to live with his aunts or uncles. All of his grandparents had also passed away and that wasn't an option either. He would evidently have to be put up for adoption.

When Mrs. Fong asked what was going on, Delirious explained the situation to her himself. He was a pretty intelligent seven year old. She volunteered to take the boy into her hands and care for him. Ever since then, Delirious was always thankful and loyal to the Fongs', but he started often wearing a hockey mask because he felt ashamed of who he was.

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After he told me his story, I felt immense pain in my heart for him. He started tearing up as I tried to comfort him. His blue eyes were full of sorrow and grief. He had told me that Luke was the only one who had seen his face, but I guess Evan had as well. He hugged me and I hugged him for a good long while until John came into the room unexpectedly.

"Uhm..." he awkwardly stated while Delirious and I pulled away from each other. "I was thinking about going to an armory store close to here. I don't have enough knives for each of us to take two on the military raid, so I have to go out and buy some. Do you want to come with me?" He looked to me and awaited an answer. I nodded my head and stood up from my spot on the bed. John walked out of the room while I did as well, waving to Delirious as I left. I grabbed my mask off the table while John grabbed a bandana and wrapped it around his face. John had told me his face had been shown to the police before, so we had to hide our faces somehow, or else the police would be after us like a hungry cat hunting down a tiny mouse.

John led me to the garage where he kept his two cars. One was a Red Lamborghini with a white stripe going down the side while the other was a very sketchy white van that he didn't use too often. I had to admit, they were two totally different cars. He pressed a button on his keychain and both the Lamborghini doors opened. We both got in and he started the car; driving down the rocky pathway that lead to the cabin and onto the streets.

After about ten minutes of driving, John had pulled up to one of the biggest stores I had ever seen. It was like two Walmarts combined into one giant store. I couldn't really believe it was only stocked with weaponry and hunting supplies. When we walked in, however, it looked even more ginormous than the outside did. The roof seemed to go up to the sky and the shelves went as far as the eye can see. John grabbed a shopping cart from the rack and pulled it up in front of me.

"Hop in, m'lady," he insisted and I obliged. Who would turn down a free ride in a shopping cart? Especially since this store was so big. Once I climbed in he ran full speed to the knife aisle, making me wave my arms around in amusement.

"Woo!" I shouted to no one in particular. People shopping and even the professional people that worked at the store stared at us, dumbfounded. But we just continued to dash around the store as if it were normal. We went through endless amounts of aisles stocked with any item a hunter needed. Or, in our case, gang members. We finally made it to the place we needed to be. The knives were stocked up on the shelves in either box sets, sets of two, or in their own package. I hopped out of the cart to take a better look at everything. John did the same as well, examining a box set label and then turning it around to the back and reading the words there as well.

There weren't many people in this part of the store. If somebody did  decide to come to this part of the store now, it would be a bit suspicious in my eyes. Unless it was an innocent shopper searching for their item to purchase, I would keep my eye out. I just hoped that nobody found us suspicious. I had my mask on and John had a bandana on after all.

Suddenly, a man walked into the aisle. Clearly he worked here because of how he was dressed and his nametag that said 'Logan' on it. He was a tall skinny man who sported dark brown, slicked back hair accompanied by his hazel, almost grey eyes. He seemed to be in his teens and did not look happy to be here at all.

"Can I help you two out with anything?" he asked in a bored tone. John looked up from the box he was focused on.

"Uh, no. We're fine," John replied. The man looked at us suspiciously before speaking up again.

"Why are you two covering your faces?" he interrogated us. John froze at the sudden question and so did I. We had to come up with a lie quickly.

"We just got back from hunting and our faces got covered in mud. We don't really like people seeing us in this state so we just wanted to cover it up," I lied. He looked at me quizzically for a moment but shrugged it off as if it was nothing. I guess it really is that easy to fool a bored teen.

After a while John had picked out two box sets of knives and I hopped back into the cart. He handed me the boxes and we bolted over to the checkout line. It was the longest line I've ever seen, and every other line was exactly the same. Now, I'm not usually a rude person, but if we stood in this line for long we had an even bigger chance of being caught.

"John," I called out to him from the cart.

"Hmm?" he hummed in response.

"Take me up to the front of the line," I ordered. He did as told and wheeled the cart in front of the person who was next. Before the woman that was first in line could lay down the can of bug spray she was buying onto the counter, I put the two boxes down first. She gave me the dirties glare I've ever seen, along with all the other shoppers behind us, but this was for the greater good. The worker looked at us, confused, but she scanned our items anyway. The woman handed me the bags while I was still in the cart and chuckled.

"Have a nice day!" she beamed before John ran out of the store, pushing the cart toward the car. When we got in he pulled his car out of the parking space and drove onto the road.

"That lady was so pissed," he laughed as he continued to drive. I laughed along with him.

"She was," I began, "but she's more than likely not a criminal apart of a gang." I looked at him and he nodded in agreement. Today was an eventful day. The sun lowered behind some trees, making the sky turn an orange, almost pink color. With that being said, I fell asleep in the passenger seat of John's car.

!A/N!

Heyo! I just wanted to let you guys know that I'm writing yet ANOTHER story. Also, 3K READS?! YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY THANK YOU SO MUCH!! With that, I hope ye enjoyed!