Men's Socks - Luke Hemmings

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Thursday 1st November

"How was your Halloween then, Gee?" Luke asks as soon as I place my first item onto the conveyor belt -- which was a packet of cod liver oil tablets.

"Awful." I grinned, "I ended up watching a terrible film with these two god awful boys." He raised his eyebrow, "they didn't even have any popcorn to go with the film. Plus, they weren't in Halloween costume. Who even does that?"

"Don't know, they sound a bit odd if you ask me." He chuckles at me scanning the biography of Morgan Freeman, "I mean, now I know that Saw five is a rubbish movie. I mean, when that guys intestine fell out-" he stopped and laughed harder.

"I know!" I joined in, "it was so unrealistic."

"And at the end," he continued, "when jigsaws successor guy went in the glass box thing and the guy got squashed." He stopped to breathe, "it was do funny because he just watched him get killed by the walls!" I took this time to look at Luke fully, he laughed in a really good way. I'm not sure what it is, but it just made me want to laugh along with him.

When Luke had stopped laughing a bit, he continued to scan the next item; a packet of bandages, "the intestine guy probably could have used these." He laughed uncontrollably. I giggled along with him, mainly laughing at how he seemed to find absolutely everything hilarious.

"I don't honestly think they'd have helped, Luke." I smiled, "an intestine is a pretty vital organ, right?" I don't listen in science.

"It's pretty vital, yeah." He carried on scanning, pulling a worried face when he saw my next item; an eggplant, "what the hell is this?"

"An eggplant."

"Why does it look like an alien egg?" He asks, "what're you going to do with it? It looks terrifying." He rambles on, "they could probably make a horror film with this as the villain and it would be scarier than Saw five."

"The Texas eggplant massacre." I laugh.

"The eggplant in the woods."

"Night of the living eggplant."

"Dawn of the eggplant." We both erupt into a fit of laughter, pointing at the eggplant. We laugh for atleast three minutes consistently, "but honestly, what do you use an eggplant for?"

"Moussaka?" I say. I've never had moussaka, but my mum eats it a lot. He pulls a confused face, "I don't know what it is either, to be honest."

He scanned the last item, a kitten collar, "what's it called?"

"What's what called?" I asked, rubbing my eyes to get rid of the sleep.

"Your kitten?"

"Oh." I pack it away into my bag, "he belongs to my younger sister, Chloe. I didn't even get to pick him out or name him; but he's called Mickey." I chuckle, "she's completely obsessed with Disney, and I did try telling her that Mickey Mouse was actually a mouse and not a cat, but she went with it anyway. I'm surprised she didn't call him Olaf, she loves Frozen a lot."

"Who doesn't love Frozen, though?" He laughs, resting his elbows on the counter.

"I'm more of a Tangled fan."

"I think Michael likes Camp Rock, to be honest." I nod, waving as I was about to leave, "but don't take it personal, don't get emotional, you know it's the truth that Michael is too cool for you." He sung, with a surprisingly good singing voice. I laugh and walked off to school after saying goodbye.

Michael is definitely too cool for me.