***Hope you enjoy this second part.**************************

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The next day:

Once me and everyone else were washed and dressed, we sat down in the living room and started eating our breakfast. We usually ate at the table, but since we were in lockdown it didn't seem to matter.

"Alright, what are we going to do today?" I asked Jack, Sam, Sweeney, Edward, Mort, Glen, Gellert, Mortdecai, Ichabod and John, before spooning a mouthful of Coco Pops into my mouth.

"The same thing we've been doing for the past two months, absolutely nothing." Said Sam, who was sat in an armchair eating strawberry jam on buttered toast.

This was quite true of course. We'd been as lazy as fuck for the whole two months. The only thing the six of us had been doing, was eating, sleeping and watching back to back episodes of Prince of Bel-Air and Friends.
Luckily, I was the one facing the TV.
Ba-dum crash!

That was a little joke.

We'd also been forced to watch Rick and Morty (not that I don't like it), which Jack was currently (and dangerously) obsessed with.
He now knew all the characters. Their names, jobs, likes and dislikes etc. You name it, he knew.
It's not that I don't like it or comedy in general, it's just that it gives you a bit of a headache after a while...after you've been made to binge-watch a whole season on Netflix for 10 hours straight.

"Yeah and look how far we've got. Oh, that's right, nowhere." I replied sarcastically.

Breathe, just breathe.

"Sorry, Sam." I apologized. "I'm just going -" I made a whistling noise, as I made a circular motion with my finger beside my head, implying that I was going crazy.

Sam chuckled. "That's alright Y/N, I understand. Who wouldn't be going crazy stuck indoors constantly?"

Jack opened his mouth to answer, but Sam stopped him. "It's a rhetorical question, Jack," Sam told him, rolling his eyes, an amused smile on his face.

"Anyways, we need to shop today for some stuff." I continued. "We can't get delivery service, cause we live in an apartment. So, after we've finished eating, we'll make a list of items that we need to get and then we'll...go out to the shops and...shop."

"Well count me out," Jack said through some grey lumpy sludge, which I assumed was porridge.

"And me," Mortdecai added through a hot buttered crumpet.

"Me too." Mort piped up. "I've got to finish my book."

"No way Jóse." I crossed my arms and glared at them. "We're ALL going out. We need to shop and get some fresh air. At least everyone else isn't complaining, they're being good sports about it, unlike you three."

Jack, Mortdecai and Mort sighed, they knew they couldn't win the argument this time.
"Fine. You win." Mort held up his hands in defeat. "We'll go, at least I will. I might be able to get some ideas for my book, I am kind of stuck." He admitted.

"Well, how far have you got with your writing?" I asked him.

Mort mumbled something inaudibly.

"Your lips are moving, but there's nothing coming out. Just tell me, I promise I won't laugh."

"Everyone else will. Fine...one sentence." He mumbled.

"What?"

"One sentence," Mort said louder, his face turning red with embarrassment.

There was silence, then -

"Hahahaha!!!" Everyone burst into laughter. Edward, Ichabod and Sam were covering their mouths, trying their best to contain their laughter.

Mort hung his head in shame.

Mort's Pov:

"One sentence," I said louder when Y/N couldn't hear me.

There was silence before everyone burst into laughter. Everyone except Y/N, who was telling off Edward, Ichabod and Sam, who never ever laughed at anyone, because, they were too nice.
Jack and Sweeney didn't matter, they made fun of me and everyone (mostly me) all the time. Apart from Ichabod, I was the nerd in our little group of misfits and weirdos.
I'd gotten so used to being made fun of by now, that I didn't care anymore.
Along with the rest of the guys, they did occasionally tease Y/N.

I hung my head in shame, as the laughter continued.

Your POV:

"Oh, you guys are so mean," I said crossly. "It's not Mort's fault. If he needs inspiration, then inspiration he shall get. Besides, we've been stuck here too long anyway, so I don't blame him. You know what... We're all going out right now. Get your shoes and coats on and bring your wallets with you, cause we're going NOW."

Standing up, I walked over to the mirror and tied my hair into a high ponytail.

"Like, right now?" Asked Jack.

'Just stay calm. He isn't pissing you off on purpose.' I thought. "Yes, Jack. Like, right now." I said through gritted teeth.

Time skip: 10 minutes later

"Y/N, do we really have to go?" Moaned Jack for the billionth time.

"Yes." I snapped for the trillionth.

"But Rick and Morty is on at one. And besides, I don't want to go oouuttt." He whined like the kid he was.

I tutted and frowned at him.

"Look, you can watch it when we get back, ok? Just... please stop whinging long enough to get the shopping."

Jack pouted. "Okay..." He mumbled. "But can I eat on the sofa and watch the TV at the same time?"

"Don't push it." I warned Jack, as me and everyone else pulled on our shoes.

Jack got up and sulkily put on his boots, before trailing out the door after us, dragging his feet behind him.

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After a ride down in the old lift and a twenty-minute walk - during which Jack and Sweeney wouldn't stop bickering - we finally arrived at our local supermarket.

"Right, listen carefully. Mort, Sweeney, Mortdecai and John, you guys go to the bookshop and have a read, see if you can get any ideas for Mort's story."

Sweeney groaned, to which Sam stood on his foot.

Sweeney let out a stifled moan of pain.
"Ok, that sounds good to me." He replied in a rather choked voice, giving a smile that looked very painful to do.

"Good." I gave him a slightly weird look, before continuing. "Edward, Sam, Gellert and Ichabod, you guys can have a mooch around the park and Jack, Glen and I will get the shopping. Then we'll meet up at half eleven at the ice cream place." I pointed at the little ice cream shop across from us.
"Then we might get ice cream, after that we'll go home. Right?"

There were bobs of the head, which I assumed was a yes.

"Ok." I faltered. "Well, I guess we'll see you guys later. Bye."

And with that, we all went our separate ways.

"Now Jack we need to -" That's when I realized he was no longer standing next to me. I looked around and couldn't see him anywhere. "Jack?...Jack?!" My heart pounded, had he gone off somewhere? Had someone led him away?

Y/N get a grip, just stay calm. He's a grown man, not a little child, even though he acts like one.

"Y/N, isn't that Jack talking to that girl over by the shopping carts?" Asked Glen, pointing to the right.

I looked where he was pointing and saw that Jack was standing by the shopping trolleys chatting up some girl like the playboy he was.

"Jack," I said, Glen and I walking towards him. "What are you doing?"

"Talking to Olive," Jack replied, turning round to face us.

Glen and I sniggered.

"It's Olivia, not Olive!" The girl he was flirting with screamed. "And who are they?!" She violently jabbed a pointy rose-red painted finger in our direction.

"We're his homies," Glen replied.

I nodded.

"Prove it."

We stared at her. Was this chick serious? We didn't need to prove anything. Now, me being me, I just said what I was honestly thinking to this girl.

"We don't need to prove anything to you, olive-branch," I answered, crossing my arms and looking icily at her.

"I'm not olive-branch!" The girl shrieked loudly. The whole shopping park was now staring at us, which wasn't surprising. I mean, we've got olive branch girl over here shrieking by the shopping carts, a grown man dressed as a pirate, and two other teenagers dressed like they're in the 80s and 90s.

"Oh my god, just shut up," I muttered to olive-branch.

"No, you shut up!" She shouted, stomping her foot. Talk about 'daddy's little princess' issues. Geez.

"Come on," I mumbled to Jack and Glen, taking a shopping cart and pushing it towards the entrance of the supermarket.

"No! You can't just leave me here!" She suddenly cried, running after us and grabbing Jack's arm. "We have a connection! We're meant to be together! We're soulmates!"

Jack looked at Glen and I for help, this random girl still clutching onto his arm.

"Look, Miss Thing," I said, starting to get annoyed with her. "One minute your flirting, next you're shouting and being a bitch and now you're just crying and begging him to let you come with him, what is with you? Like, I hate to break to you, but he's not interested, sweetie."

"I was just being friendly, I didn't mean it to come off as flirting," Jack admitted. "I wasn't trying to pursue a relationship with you. Sorry. No hard feelings?" He gently pulled her arm away and held out his hand to shake.

She started breathing extremely heavy before she burst into tears and ran off.

"Wow, what an emotional basket case," I remarked, as Glen, Jack and I went into the shop, the air-conditioning giving us all goosebumps.

"I wonder where she's run off too." Wondered Glen, producing a shopping list he'd made from his pocket and consulting it.

"Somewhere," Said Jack, moving away from the shopping trolley and looking at all the food displays. "What are these?" He suddenly asked, picking up two long green vegetables.

"They're vegetables, Jack," I replied, not looking at him as I took three boxes of grapes, two bunches of bananas and several packets of salad from the display stands and putting them in the trolley.

"Well, duh. I mean, what is this?" Jack held up his right hand.

I looked up. "That's a leak."

"Where?" Jack panicked, spinning around, looking for the 'leak'.

"No, in your hand. The vegetable you're holding is called a leak."

"Oh. So what's this?" He now held up his left hand. "Is this a leak too?"

"No, it's-"

"A flower. No, a vegetable. No, a flower vegetable. Or a vegetable flower."

"No," I laughed. "It's an asparagus."

"Oh, ok."

"No! Don't put them back in the box!" I shrieked as Jack started to put the vegetables he'd touched back where they were. "You might have something contagious and then you're going to give it to everyone else! I don't know what the hell you've been touching, so just take one of those plastic bags, put the two vegetables in a separate bag each and put the bags in the trolley."

Yes, I know I'm a bit of a control freak, but if I don't have something or someone to control then I feel like I'm not in control and don't have my life together (I don't, but...yeah). It's not my fault though, it's my Zodiac's fault.

"Alright, alright."

Jack bagged the two vegetables and put them in the trolley, making sure he'd tied up the bags tightly.

"Let's just finish shopping before one of us burns done the entire store," I muttered, directing the cart towards the dairy section.

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About twenty minutes later, we had paid for our groceries and were now walking towards the ice cream place, where the others should be waiting for us.

"Why am I carrying the heaviest bags, again?" Questioned Glen, who's arms were sinking to the floor from all the weight he was carrying.

"Just because," I said, half-listening, as I looked around for the others.

"Oh."

"I want to go home now," Jack moaned. "I'm bored. And hungry. And I'm tired."

"You don't want any ice cream?" I looked at him with surprise. It wasn't like Jack to turn down things like getting ice cream.

"Yes, but I still want to go home."

"Y/N!" A voice shouted.

I turned to see Gellert waving, a big smile on his face and a large ice cream in his hand which was slowly melting.

"Hi!" I smiled, running over to him. "You and the guys have a good time?"

"Yeah," John said from behind Gellert. "Come on, I saved you guys a seat."

Jack and I followed him and went to sit down. John sat down and patted a seat next to him.
I went to sit down, but Jack got there before me.

"Thanks, mate." Jack clapped John thankfully on the back, his face almost smashing into the table with the force of Jack's hand.

"It was actually for Y/N, but, you're welcome."

I was slightly disappointed that I couldn't sit next to John, because I really liked him (as a close friend), but I took the seat opposite him after I'd paid for two ice creams. One for me and one for Jack, because yes.

"Here you go." I passed Jack a small tub of ice cream.

"Oh, thanks, my favourite!" Jack grinned happily. He looked at me. "...What is it?"

"Oh, it's, um, rum and raisin flavoured," I answered.

"Did my ears deceive me, or did I hear correctly? Rum and raisin?"

"Yes, but you can throw it in the bin if you don't like it," I said quickly.

"No no no no no," Jack held his ice cream protectively close to his chest. "thank you, thank you, I'll eat it."

I beamed. I was pleased with the choice I'd made.

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When everyone had finished eating, we headed home. I was so glad because all I wanted to do was just flop onto my bed and go to sleep. I had to cook the lunch though, so...

I suddenly felt a warm hand tap my shoulder. "You're it!" Jack screamed, before running off, the shopping bags on the verge of breaking as they swung violently back and forth in his hands.

I stopped and watched him a bit like 'What?'

I looked around at everyone, who were now starting to run as well.

Okay, if this is how we were going to play, then so be it.

Though the others were way ahead of me by now, I didn't give up. I just started running.

I wasn't particularly fast, but, whatever.

I eventually caught up with Edward, who was quite behind the others.

"You're it!" I gently tapped his shoulder, before running off as fast as my legs would carry me.

This little charade continued all the way until we got home.

"Hi, Jack." I said as I entered the apartment building, straining under the weight of all the groceries I was carrying. "What you doing?"

Jack looked round from an armchair he was sitting. "Waiting for you and the others."

"Oh, ok. But why didn't you let yourself into the apartment?"

"Well I don't have a bloody key."

"Oh, right. Well, shall we get the shopping upstairs and put it away?"

"I haven't really got much choice, have I?"

"Not really."

Sighing, Jack got up and trundled over to me, the shopping bags now hanging off his arms. Pressing the lift button, we patiently waited for the doors to open.

"Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Don't you feel weird wearing your clothes in the modern world?" I inquired as we stepped into the lift. "I mean," I paused to press the button for our level. "This is the 21st century, so don't you feel intimidated by people or whatever, because everyone is dressed different than you."

"Not really. We all have our own styles, right?"

"Meh, I guess so. I mean, you're style is rEaLlY old. Like - "

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Interrupted Jack. "You don't have to tell me. Besides, if I'm comfy, then that's all that matters. I don't give a fig what anyone thinks. Besides, our styles basically reflect us as a person. Don't people say to be bold and dress like you and not as anyone else wants you to dress? I mean, hey, I'll even walk naked down the street if that's comfortable for me, which it is. And I would too."

I couldn't help but imagine this amusing scenario. It'd certainly be bold, put it that way. "You could get arrested, and probably would too." I warned, stepping out of the lift.

"Pffttt."

"Besides, when people say 'bold', I don't think that's what they mean. And it'd only reflect how undressed you were."

"Pffttt." Said Jack again. Looking disapproving.

"Anyway, we're here." I said quickly, wanting to move on from this subject, which was starting to get weird. Taking my key out of my pocket, I put it into the lock and unlocked the door. Going inside, I slipped my trainers off, dumped the shopping bags on the floor and went into the living room. "Aaah!" I lay down on the sofa and picked up the remote, starting to flick through the channels.

"Ahem."

I looked over to see Jack standing with the shopping bags still in his hands.

"Ugh." I turned off the TV, rolled off the sofa and went back into the kitchen to put away the shopping.

"I know I was with you whilst shopping, but did you buy any rum, Y/N?" Asked Jack hopefully as I put a jar of olives and a packet of biscuits in a cupboard above the microwave.

"Um," I hesitated. I racked my brains as I tried to remember if I had. "I think so..."

I looked through several bags before finding a few alcohol bottles.

"Well, I bought a few bottles and a bottle of whisky." I said.

Jack grinned and attempted to snatch the rum from me, but I held them away from him. "Nuh uh."

"What? I need to answer to my cravings!"

I chuckled. "You need to wait."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

Since this conversation had unfolded, John and a couple of the others had come in.

"Hey," Said Ichabod, giving me a slight wave before disappearing into the bathroom.

"Hey. Oi!" I exclaimed, running after Jack as he took off, four bottles of rum in his arms.

"It's every man for himself!" He yelled, pushing past the gaggle of people now coming in and darting into his, Gellert and Mort's bedroom and locking the door.

"Open the door, Sparrow!" I hammered on the door loudly with my fist. "One of them wasn't meant for you."

"Hmh! You sound just like Barbossa." He grumped. "Always bossing me around and telling me what to do."

I bit my tongue, not wanting to blurt out something I was going to regret.
"Look," I said, trying to remain calm. "Just give me one of the bottles, that's supposed to be for all of us to share."

"I don't want to share."

I sighed.

I knew Jack wasn't going to budge for ages, so I just left him alone and went back into the kitchen to start lunch.

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I hope you enjoyed this long short story. I'm going to write a final part because I had a good idea for the ending. That's if you guys would like a part 3.
But yeah.
Stay safe😘