Casey's PoV
He seemed a little shocked by my approach, but then composed himself. "If that's what you want," he muttered, "I guess it's fine." I know it was fine. I nodded and slipped out of bed. I then looked at the clock and it read 7:45, crap we're going to be late for school. "Hurry up and get dressed," I said fast, "What," he responded, "I said 'Hurry up and get dressed' we're going to be late for school," he laughed and I said, "What?" which only made him laugh harder. In between breaths he said, "It's...It's...T-Teachers...D-Day," I smirked then said, "Then, we need to go grocery shopping, even if we don't buy anything we can wear couple's clothes."
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We arrived at the store in matching oversized sweaters and jeans, except his sweater wasn't oversized and he wouldn't quit trying to take his black beanie off. The big sign said 'Al's grocery market!' in big red letters. The automatic doors opened and the smell of plastic bags and freezers filled my nose. We grabbed a cart and took off.
When we reached the fish isle, which smelled horrible, I choked and Anthony said, "Are you alright?" I shook my head left to right indicating 'yes' and we continued, receiving cute little glares from old people and little kids.
I felt a slight pain in my temple and winced, I don't think Anthony noticed because he didn't say anything, but he might've because he quickly looked my way.
After about an hour we had ten boxes of gushers, eight boxes of donuts, and forty two cans of coke. I guess you could say we weren't done, but you could also say we'd be up all night. Our cart began to wobble a lot so Anthony said, "I thing we need to switch out our cart." I whined playfully and said, "You could buy this stuff and then push me in it. Wait, no let's just get another cart." Anthony smirked and said, "Looks like you've had a change of cart." I glared at him like he'd brown two heads and said, "Let's just get a different cart."
"Nah, I'm good with this one."
"You're the one who wanted a new one." I protested.
"Fine," Anthony breathed, and I smiled to myself with pride.
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Blood Love and Werewolves
Teen FictionOkay so Im writing this story for my friend Britiany. She's a really good friend so one day at school I asked her to pick out a story idea because I was blank. I would tell you what she wrote down but that would ruin the whole story so enjoy.
