Later that same afternoon Joe and Patrick meet up to do a quick supply run. Most of the supplies they needed were food related, and maybe one or two non-edible things that Brendon agreed to get earlier. They shopped around- well Patrick shopped around while Joe ticked things off the list and got last minute responses from their friends about the trip.

Brendon and Ryan were a definite yes, Andy was a yes with a hint of 'I'm not sure', and Tyler and Josh were a strong maybe. Chances are if one of them couldn't or didn't want to go then the other more than likely wouldn't show either, they show up together or not at all. Brendon and Ryan, on the other hand, are a different story. If Ryan can't attend then Brendon will gladly leave his ass behind and go anyway, and vice versa. There's two different kinds of people- well couples in this situation.

"Dude, we gotta get Cheetos." Joe reminded his friend as they were just about to go through the checkout line. Patrick was kind of hoping he'd forget about them, he just wanted to get going already.

"Fine. Grab some and meet me at the checkout."

Joe quickly heads off to the chip aisle in the opposite direction, promising to be back in roughly two minutes or so. Patrick took his time getting to the checkout line since he'd still have to wait for Joe anyway​. He checked his phone for messages --even though there was a good chance he didn't have any-- and as he scrolled through a few things he noticed a little notification at the top of his screen, tapping on it and automatically bringing up his messages.

'nice shirt', It read.

Patrick glances up from his phone and takes a look around, checking his surroundings for anyone watching him or something. It could've been a wrong number for all he knows so he just ignores it for all of two seconds before his phone buzzes with another message.

'metallica's my fav'

Okay, it definitely couldn't be a wrong number now because Patrick was indeed wearing a Metallica shirt today. He didn't think much of it, he just threw on whatever he had that was clean. Patrick looks around again, starting to freak out a little more when he still doesn't see a possible suspect. Then suddenly his vision goes dark and he can feel someone's warm hands over his eyes.

"Nice hat, too. Where can I get one?"

Patrick stands there for a moment as the person's voice makes him groan in slight annoyance. "Pete, I swear to god I will kill you if you ever do this again. How'd you even get my number?"

"Joe gave it to me and told me to text you, he said it'd be funny. He was right." Pete then removes his hand from over Patrick's eyes then stuffs them into his hoodie pockets. "I was getting some Doritos and he ran into me saying 'my bad' and something about... 'cheetahs'?"

"Cheetos." Patrick corrected. "He pretty much lives off of those things. Thankfully we can finally leave once he gets them, I feel like we've been here forever."

"Me too. And all I came here for was Doritos," Pete pulls his hands from his pockets, entirely chip-less. "Which I didn't even get."

"Dude, just go get some."

"Nah, it's fine." He says with a dismissive wave of his hand, he could get Doritos whenever. At that time Joe finally returns from the aisle, struggling to carry several bags of Cheetos. Pete asks if one of them should help him but Patrick seemed pretty confident that Joe could do it on his own, and he did.

He dumps the bags into the cart, a look of accomplishment on his face. "We're good to go now."

"Finally." Patrick sighed in relief before pushing the cart into the shortest checkout line possible.

Joe and Patrick take whatever money they have out of their pockets and wallets in order to pay for everything that's piled into the cart. After it's all paid for, the three leave the dreadful supermarket and head out to the parking lot. Once there, they haphazardly put everything into the back of Joe's van then prepare themselves for the next step in today's schedule.

"So," Pete began as he closed the van's back doors. "How's this whole thing gonna go? We all take one car or something?"

"Eight of us aren't going to fit in one car. Someone's gonna have to bring their own." Joe explained. "We change it up every time so since you're new, you have to bring yours and drive behind me."

"That's no problem-"

"Oh, and pick someone to ride with you. Ruby's a six-seater."

"Ruby?" Pete questioned but Joe was already walking toward the front and climbing behind the wheel.

"The van." Patrick answered. "He named it Ruby."

"Hm, guess it's better than Licorice." Pete took his keys out of his hoodie pocket and held onto the one for his car so he wouldn't have to do it later.

"Licorice? Like the candy?" The other boy chuckled. "Did you name your car Licorice?" Pete stays silent and glances at a cloud that kinda looks like a goldfish. "You did name your car Licorice."

"I was like five or something when I named it, okay."

"No need to get defensive, dude." Patrick playfully punched Pete's shoulder. "I think it's a great name, very fitting." He smiled.

That wasn't at all what Pete was expecting. He was expecting a few jokes and some laughter but neither of those happened. And for some reason, his face started to feel a little warm. "Thanks."

"Sure. And I'll ride with you to Cedar Field, like, if you want me to." He rocked back on his heels, just like he did earlier that day when he was talking to Pete about Mrs. Bartlett. Pete discovers that he does it when he's feeling awkward and can't help but smile.

"'Course, Patrick, you can always ride me."

"What?"

"You can always ride with me."

That was a close one.