A/N: Here's the double update so, REVOMENT my butterterians :)

We arrived at the grocery store about ten minutes later. Getting a cart, I walked over to the meat section, putting anything my eye lands on. John was by my side, looking at me in amusement.

"What?" I asked when I became uncomfortable.

He shook his head, snorting and trying to control his laughter.

He was getting on my nerves now. I hated it when people hide things from me.

"What?!" I urged on, shooting him a glare.

"Nothing, I'm just wondering how you're not fat." He shrugged.
I stopped dead in my tracks and faced him.

My nose flared, "And what's that supposed to mean?"

He raised his hands in mock surrender.

"With all the meat you're putting in the cart, I was just wondering how you're not-" I cut him off.

"I dare you to finish that sentence. I-dare-you!" I gritted, narrowing my eyes at him.

He smirked wickedly at me, "-fat"

I clenched my fists, looking around the store to be sure no one was looking. When I saw the coast was clear, I faced him.

I grinned, as I started advancing towards him. His smirk was gone and now replaced with caution and fear, as he backed away from me.

"I warned you, John." I wagged a finger in front of him.

"Pssh, you can't do anything that'll hurt me," He said confidently but his eyes showed vulnerability.

I grinned wickedly, taking slow steps towards him, "Well, let's find out, shall we?"

Without warning, I lunged at him, pulling his ear and twisting it. He winced, then started pleading with me. I wasn't done with him when I left his ear. He was thinking the exact opposite and was attending to it. I took cautious step back from him, calculatingly. He stopped treating his ear and looked at me suspiciously.

"What now?"

I stopped moving, then put on a fighting stance, turning my feet so the tip of them were almost touching each other and raised my two hands, wrapped in fists. John looked at me wide eyed, realizing what I was going to do.

With a wicked grin, I jumped, spinning 180 degrees, with my foot going for the kick and without much effort, I performed the spinning kick.

He staggered backwards, barely managing to keep his balance. He groaned, holding his chest where I hit him.

"What the hell, woman!" He exclaimed in pain.

I landed easily on the ground and adjusted my rumpled shirt.

Good thing I was wearing leggings.

"Never, ever, call me fat" I warned, swiftly turning back to continue shopping.

"Seriously! I didn't even call you f- that, I was just wondering" He complained, trying to match my pace.

I continued stuffing meat into the cart, "Whatever," I mumbled.

Survival comes first.

"Geez, women," John grumbled under his breath.

I was laughing inside, I can't believe I pulled that off.

It was worth going to the gym for the past one year, as a way to pass time.

When I finished with the meat section, I made my way to the fruit section. I put some apples, strawberry and others.

"She eats fruits!" John said, faking disbelief. I shot him a look and walked towards the veggies and mineral section, to get some.

After spending about an hour picking stuff, we made our way to the cashier.

The tall slender woman behind the counter, looked at us strangely.

"Expecting a baby?" She raised an eyebrow, scanning the food.

"No!" I exclaimed, cringing at the thought.

"Yes," John deadpanned.

I glared at him, resulting to him smirking at me.

She nodded slowly, "That'll be $510," She announced.

My eyes bulged out, '$510!" I almost yelled. People around us looked at me like I'd gone mad.

Who wouldn't? It was too expensive.

I looked at John, who looked at me with the same expression.

"I'm not paying, you do it," John said, defensively.

"Aren't you supposed to be a gentleman?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

He snorted, "Never with you,"

I huffed, "Come on, I only have money for pizza," I pleaded.

He stared at me, "Then why did you pack the whole store if you don't have money to buy all this," He reasoned, motioning to the food.

"I didn't pack the whole store," I argued.

"Yeah right,"

"Oh, come on, you were the one who decided to tag along" I air quoted the word 'tag'

"I don't have any money with me," He stated, matter-of-factly.

I looked at him with disbelief, "You're kidding,"

He looked serious, as he stared back at me, "I'm not,"

I looked from him to the bags that the woman had finished scanning.

"Then what are we doing? We'll return all this back to where it belongs," I hastily said, trying to pack all the bags.

He stopped me, then looked at the cashier, "I'll pay," he said, bringing out his card. The woman collected it and typed something inside the computer, then handed it back to him but not without giving him a strange look.

"Pack all this," He commanded, walking out of the store.

I huffed, "Jerk!" I called after him.

He ended up paying for it.

Ha!

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I was now regretting buying all this. I stopped, dropping the bags on the floor and wiped the sweat forming on my forehead, groaning.

"John, come on, help me," I complained.

I had been carrying ten heavy bags for the past thirty minutes. I only stopped to rest when we bought the pizza and now we were heading to my apartment.

Meanwhile, he was only carrying the pizza with one hand, which was looking very easy now.

He turned to look at me, grinning from ear to ear.

That jerk! He's enjoying my suffering.

"Why should I? You were the one who decided to buy them, and I was the one who paid for them after the brutal kick you gave me," He rubbed his chest, to emphasize his point.

"It was your fault." I defended.

He nodded, "Yes, it was my fault, and this is my revenge," He turned and started walking.

"I'm sorry!" I cried.

He turned back, "I didn't hear you since you oh so kindly twisted my ear," He retorted sarcastically, then started walking again.

"I said I was sorry!" I repeated, now angry.

Geez.

He didn't turn back, "La la la, I'm not hearing," He childishly said.

"You're behaving like a freaking child!" I exclaimed.

"And you're whining like a child also," He retorted.

"I hate you!" I said, giving up. It was pointless trying to convince him.

"Feeling is mutual, honey," He called back.

I cringed, "Don't call me that,"

"I'll call you whatever I want," He countered.

"I'm fucking serious John. Don't call me that," I gritted.

This time, he turned to look at me. He studied my face for some time then turned back and continued walking.

"Start walking, slow poke," I couldn't see his face but I knew he was pissed.

I picked up the bags and started walking to match his pace. We were now side by side and I stole a glance at him.

His face was contorted into one of anger.

"Are you angry?" It was a stupid question but I needed to ask anyway.

He didn't reply.

We walked in silence for five minutes and I looked at him again. He was still pissed.

"Hey,"

No answer.

"Hey!" I said louder.

Still no answer.

I started to poke him, "Hey!!"

His face was getting more pissed by the second.

Suddenly, I had an idea. Laughing evilly inside, I stopped, then went at the back of him. I dropped the bags, went to catch up with him. With an evil grin on my face, I started tickling him.

He stopped in his tracks, wobbling a little.

"Gracie," He gritted.

I started giggling.

His body began to shake, "Grace!" He warned.

I continued tickling him, now giggling like a maniac.

He started laughing uncontrollably, 'Gracie, s-stop, i-I'm t-ticklish" He said in between laughter.

By now, the pizza had fallen from his hand and was scattered all over the street, which means dinner is ruined.

He was now on the ground while I was on top of him still tickling him. The position was uncomfortable but we didn't care. People walked around us, giving us disapproving looks.

With his free hand, he began to tickle me. I stopped, trying to get off him.

He held me tighter, "Two can play it," Now it was my time to laugh hysterically.

"J-John s-stop, m-my s-stomach!" I managed to spill out.

He stopped, just in time to catch my breath. We were still laughing, but then it died down and we realized the position we were in.

We stared at each other for some time until I finally cleared my throat and got off him.

I dusted my clothes, while he got up and dusted his. We just stood there motionless until I finally realized the bags.

"The bags!" I exclaimed.

"The pizza!" John also exclaimed.

I rushed to where I dropped the bags and John, to the pizza.

I sighed in relief when I saw it was still in place.

For all I know, someone could have taken it and $510 would have gone like that.

I carried the bags and made my way to where John was.

"Fortunately, the bags are safe," I said.

"I can't say the same for the pizza!" He snapped at me.

"What did I do?' I frowned.

"If it wasn't for your stupid game, this wouldn't have happened," He spat at me.

What the hell! Just when I thought we were getting along. And the pizza didn't cost much. I personally paid for it. So why was he angry?

"Well, if it wasn't for your bipolar attitude, I wouldn't have done that!" I glared at him.

"Bipolar!" He fumed. He took in a sharp breath trying to calm himself.

I couldn't handle him again, so I maneuvered my way around him and continued walking.

He was angry because of a freaking pizza! If it were the bags, then I'm certain he would have murdered me!

"Where are you going?" He asked coldly.

"Home!" I returned the gesture.

"What are we going to do with the pizza!" He exclaimed.

That freaking pizza again, what was so special about it!

I flipped him the bird, "I don't care, do whatever,"

I could hear his footsteps behind me.

He turned me around in one swift movement, holding my wrists.

He sighed, "I'm sorry"

I retracted my hands from him, "Bullshit!" I cursed, turned around and started walking again.

I could feel him boring holes on the back of my head but I didn't care if he was following me or not. I was pissed to death.

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