Crushing on the Geek(37)
“Well, if I begin to sound like a woman, please take me to the hospital, make that the mental hospital,” Hayden laughed.
“I'll make the list,” Tamara said, pulling a pen and paper from her purse, “as long as you promise not to forget the whisker on Monday morning.”
“I'm sure Gilligan is going to like me so much more after I rip out one of his whiskers,” Hayden laughed.
“Maybe then he'll be you're cat,” Tamara said, as they pulled into the parking lot of the superstore.
“Doubt it,” Hayden said, killing the engine, “How's the list coming?”
“Rocket ship, cat whisker, a package of candy apples, sour grape lip gloss, and three candy bars,” she read back to him, “Did I miss anything?”
“I don't think so,” Hayden said.
“No or you don't think so?”
“No, you didn't miss anything,” Hayden said, “Let's go.”
“So, you grab the candy bars and I'll grab the candy apples,” Tamara said as the store's automatic doors opened for them, “Then, we'll meet in toys.”
“Toys?” Hayden asked.
“Yeah, to find their blasted rocket ship.”
Tamara picked up a shopping basket and slide her arm into the handle as she pressed through the crowd. Candy apples were located in the produce section of the superstore, which was always packed with shoppers. Tamara navigated around happy couples, screaming children, and old ladies with carts full of produce and household goods. The candy apples were in the far back of the section, next to the bakery.
“Mommy!” a small child shrieked, “I want some more of them! Mommy!”
“No, Micheal, you're not getting any more of those, honey. They make you too hyper,” a woman said, gently taking the child's hand.
“No, they don't, Mommy!” he cried, “I want another candy apple! Mommy, please!”
“No, Micheal, sweetheart, let's go,” the woman sighed.
Tamara quickly snatched two packs of the candy apples, placed them in her shopping basket, and hurried away from the crying child, rubbing her ears. Once out of the grocery section of the store, the crowd thinned and Tamara was able to move quicker.
“Hey,” she said, walking up behind Hayden, playfully poking his sides.
“Hey,” he looked over his shoulder.
“Thought I was going to beat you there,” she chuckled.
“Nah, the candy section is closer to toys than produce,” he grinned, “Why did you get two?”
“That way if you get a craving for them, you don't eat part of our treaty,” Tamara said as they entered the toy department.
“Nah, I'd rather eat these,” he held up a bag.
“What are they?” Tamara took the bag from him and shifted the hard candies around until she could make out their shape, “Lemon drop rocket ships?”
“Ka-ching! You think they'll work?” Hayden asked.
“If we're talking about social network rocket ships or whatever you called them, I don't see why not,” Tamara grinned, handing him the bag back.
“So what's left?” Hayden asked.
“The whisker and the lip gloss.”
“Well, I doubt we'll find any cats here,” he chuckled.
“Follow me,” Tamara said, turning on her heels and heading towards the makeup department.
“You're really going to make me go to the makeup department with you?” Hayden asked.
“Yep,” Tamara nodded, “What are you afraid of, we'll run into the cross dressing cow that sat on your head?”
“I don't want to talk about the crossdressing cow!” Hayden said.
“Then come on,” she laughed and took his hand, “Ooh! They have a new peach mango flavor! Do you see samples anywhere?”
“Nope,” Hayden said not really looking around.
“Here they are,” Tamara said, dropping his hand and dashing to the other side of the aisle. She stopped in front of the tiny mirror and tore the corner of the small package. The lip gloss oozed out onto her finger and she carefully rubbed it over her lower lip, then her upper. “What do you think?” she asked, turning to Hayden.
“I can't really see it,” he said.
“Well, it's just suppose to shine. It has no color to it,” she said, licking her lips, “but it tastes good.”
“I'll take your word on it,” he chuckled.
Tamara turned back to the mirror and squeezed out the remaining lip gloss and put it on, “I think I can prove it.” She closed the space between her and Hayden, rising to her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I can smell it,” he laughed, “It smells good.”
“Shut up,” Tamara giggled, pressing her lips against his.