Grocery shopping 🌙

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{Colby's POV}

I dragged my heavy bones down the street, the shopping list my mum had thrust at me securely in my pocket. The last thing I felt like doing at 5pm Sunday evening was grocery shopping, but my darling mother had other ideas. She had just given me a shopping list and sent me on my way. I finally made it to the grocery store, letting the automatic doors open before I stepped in. I grabbed a shopping trolley and glanced at the list. 1st item, milk. Right. I walked over to the right isle, selecting the milk and placing it in the trolley. Next item, apples. I sighed heavily realising I was going to have to walk to the other side of the store in order to retrieve this item. Typical. I started walking, finally making to the right isle and putting a bag of apples in the trolley. I then trudged of in search of eggs, but something made me slow my trolley to a halt. A mop of blonde hair distracted me from my search. As I looked closer, I realised it was indeed who I thought it was. Sam. He was stood in front of a display of key rings, dusting his fingers over all the different designs. He stopped at one specific key ring, gently taking it from the stand and holding it in his small hand. I squinted at it, smiling when I saw what it was. It was a small metal crescent moon.

{ the keyring Sam was looking at}

I placed my trolley somewhere out of the way and walked over to him

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I placed my trolley somewhere out of the way and walked over to him. He didn't notice me straight away, his eyes were too focused on the moon keyring in his hand. "Hey," I smiled. I chuckled when he jumped, blinking at me in utter confusion.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," I apologised, smiling at his cute little blush.
"It's ok," his soft voice spoke, causing my lips to tug up into a smile. I tore my vision away from his eyes and down to the small keyring he was holding in his hand.
"You should buy it," I told him, taking one from the stand myself and glancing at it.
"Nah, it's too expensive," he shrugged, hooking it back onto the stand and looking over to my discarded trolley.
"Is that yours?" He asked, pointing to it.
"Yeah, my weirdo of a mother sent me grocery shopping. I hate shopping!" I complained, my eyes lighting up at the sound of the soft giggle that fell out of Sam's lips.
"What are you here for?" I asked.
"Just looking," he answered, taking one final look at the keyring he so obviously liked and then turning to walk away.
"Sam wait," I called out. He turned around, looking at me expectantly.
"Do you want to, maybe, hang out?"
I asked, hope lacing my words. I knew he'd probably turn down my offer. I'd known him for about a week now, and we hung out at school a lot. I didn't really think about asking him round to mine before now. I guess I didn't want to scare him of. Suddenly, a gentle voice shocked me back to reality.
"Sure," Sam replied. I smiled widely, a blush creeping onto both our cheeks. "Let me just pay for the shopping, I'll meet you outside?" I suggested. He nodded his head and began to walk away towards the exit. I was about to walk away, when I caught a glimpse of the keyring stand out of the corner of my eye. I turned back around, my vision immediately falling upon the crescent moon shaped one that Sam had taken a liking to it. I took one of them of the stand and walked back to my trolley, putting it in, smiling to myself happily.

Once I'd payed for the shopping, I walked outside, carrying a bag full of food in one hand and the crescent moon keyring in the other. Once I got outside, I immediately spotted Sam. He was sitting on the bench, facing away from me. I walked up behind him as quietly as I could, placing the bag on the floor and the keyring in my pocket. I gently placed my hands over his eyes from behind him, feeling him jump in shock. "Guess who,"
I giggled, feeling him relax immensely at the sound of my voice. "Colby! You scared me!" He pouted, standing up and turning around to face me. I just laughed innocently, picking back up the shopping bag from the floor. "Let's get going, scaredy cat," I joked, starting to walk slowly so he could catch up and walk beside me. He did exactly that, looking at me with a small smile on his perfect face. "Where are we going?" He asked.
"I was thinking we could just hang at mine, watch a movie, whatever," I said calmly, as if it was nothing, yet inside I was buzzing with happiness and excitement. He nodded happily, allowing us to fall into comfortable silence as we walked the 5 minute walk to my house. When we were about 2 minutes away, I remembered something. "Oh yeah, Sam!" I exclaimed, making him jump from the sudden sound.
"I got you something," I smiled, reaching into my pocket and pulling out the keyring. I watched as his little face lit up, his eyes shining as he looked at the small item in my hand.
"You bought it!" He said happily, taking the keyring from the palm of my hand and looking at it.
"Thank you so much!" He smiled. Then he did the last thing i'd think he would do. He hugged me, wrapping his arms around my neck and squeezing me. I hugged him back, my hands looping round his small waste and holding him against me. He pulled away after a while, inspecting the small crescent moon and smiling to himself. God, he was so precious.

IMPORTANT
So, some of you may know me as "little_more_solby" on Instagram. That account has been hacked, and I cannot get it back. I am absolutely devastated. If you have a fan account you will understand. They are so important to us and the fact that somebody has taken it away for no reason is horrible.
I then logged into my fan account for mike and I have been logged out of that one aswell. We don't know what the issue is, whether I have somebody hacking my phone or just my Instagram. I will still be active on here and will 100% get a new Instagram account as soon as the problem has been resolved. I'll keep you all updated. Love you all,
Bryony xx

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