Turning Hate In To Love

Chapter 3

I stayed in my room for the next few hours reading a book - it was the second installment of Suzanne Collins' Hunger games series, Catching Fire. Quite a good read. Although I wasn't actually taking much notice of the words on the paper, I'd read the same page four times over, I was now on the fifth. I had a lot going on in my mind at the moment, it was hard to keep up. I was also completely aware of Shaun being in the house. Whether he was in his room (which was previously the spare bedroom) or downstairs, I wasn't sure. I couldn't believe I'd stayed up here just to avoid him.

My phone vibrated, signaling a text. It read: 'You and Shaun need to go and do some grocery shopping for me. I left a list on the kitchen counter, remember to take him with you! Mum x'

Sighing, I got up from the bed and walked out of my room, heading downstairs. I wasn't too keen on taking him with me, but I wasn't sure I could manage all the shopping myself. What else could I do? I heard the TV on in the living room, blaring loudly. Jesus H Christ, is he deaf? I peeked my head around the door and saw him laying on his back with the remote in his hand, flicking mindlessly through the channels.

Upon me entering, his head turned towards me and his smirk immediately returned. "Well, well, missing my company already?"

Despite his humourous tone, I didn't crack a smile. "We have to go grocery shopping. Together. Mum demanded I take you."

"Demanded? I bet you put up quite the fight," he teased, winking.

I raised an eyebrow. "In your dreams, Peterson."

"In yours, you mean?"

Despite myself, I felt my mouth turn up slightly. I forced dmy oncoming smile away before it made an obvious appearacne and sat on the other sofa.

"Can you just be serious for one second?" When he raised an eyebrow at me, I repeated my earlier statement. "We have to go grocery shopping."

He quickly shook his head. "We? No way, I'm happy here. Have fun though."

"I'm not asking you to come Shaun, I'm telling you that you are. Now get off your lazy ass and help me, will you?"

He stared at me for a few seconds before sighing and standing up, switching off the TV. "Fine, but only because I have nothing better to do."

That little sentence bit at my curiosity. Wasn't he Mr popular? Doesn't he always have plans? "Don't you have like, loads of friends to hang out with?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. Probably at how stupidly I worded the question. Way to make yourself sound dumb Addie. "I know I'm popular, but that doesn't mean I'm never bored."

I ignored the 'popular' bit and nodded in understanding, before we both headed to my car to go shopping.

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"Peterson! This is like the one hundredth time telling you, we are not getting all of that junk food! Are you trying to give my family diabetes?"

I was stressed by this point. He had tried sneaking only God knows what kind of junk food into my basket, each time earning him a disapproving tone from me. It's not that I didn't approve of the food he was choosing, I loved them in fact, but my mother would definitely throw a tantrum if she saw all of this. She was quite the health freak.

"Oh come on," he whined, "You have to like chocolate!"

"Yes, I do," I sighed, "But unfortunately my mum doesn't exactly approve of all this shitty food."

"Well, what she doesn't know won't hurt her," He smirked.

I looked around as if my mother was watching, about to come charging at us. But after approximately three and a half seconds self-debate I caved in, sighing loudly and pointing in the basket. "Put them in. But you'll hide them in your bedroom so you get the blame if she finds them. Understood?"