Chapter 4: In the aisles with the boys

     JC had originally thought that by grabbing a cart and heading off into the aisles of the supermarket that the rest of the group would dutifully follow him and try to keep a low profile.  However everyone knows things never go as smoothly as JC wishes.
     Everyone grabbed their own carts and headed off into different isles.
     “Hey guys what do you think about some peaches…they look really ripe and fresh.” JC asked as he picked up a particularly fresh peach.  “Guys?” JC looked around but saw only the confused small child that had angered Justin earlier.
     “Mommy….” Cried the little child
     “Shhhh…it’s okay.  Don’t cry….please don’t…” JC tried to soothe. “Where the hell did they go?”
 
 

Chapter 5: JOEY AND THE ITALIAN CHEF (pronounced eye-talien)

     Joey grabbed his own cart and immediately high-tailed it away from the rest of the group.  Soon he was in the place of his birth right…the Italian food section.  Joey spread wide his arms to embrace all the wondrous foods.  As he twirled around in the isle his eyes caught upon a sausage. But not any mere sausage, this was a spiced imported Italian sausage that had been well aged. But most importantly it was the last sausage.  Joey stopped twirling long enough to reach out for the special sausage…only to have a short spunky Italian girl skip up and snatch it from his fingertips.
     “Hey that’s mine!” called out an infuriated Joey.
     “What?” asked Valerie who had stopped skipping.
     “That is MY sausage!” yelled Joey
    “You are soooo gross!” called out Valerie as she backed away from him. “I have half a mind to call the    manager.”
    “If you had half a mind, you’d give me back my sausage!” screamed Joey. “Do you know who I am? “
    “Well let’s see…bright purple pants, bright red hair, and a diamond studded super man logo necklace…Could you be “Man-Lacking-Fashion-Sense”?”
     “That is soooo like you!” called out a voice from farther down the isle.  “Valerie put it together.  The bright pants….that horrid necklace…you know who it is!!”
     “Is he the kid who used to sit in front of us in Geometry during sophomore year in High School?  You know . . . the one with the rat-tail and a permanent case of pink eye? ” Valerie turned to ask her friend Karen
     “Now now, little one . . . you know perfectly well that Nick grew-up to be in the Backstreet Boys,” said Karen.
     Joey couldn’t help but crack a smile at hearing this.
     “Oh than this must be that other guy!  Well then, since you are also in a highly successful boy band . . .I guess that means that I get the sausage!”  Valerie cooed.
     “Are you insane…why do you get the sausage?”  Joey screamed as he attempted to yank the sausage from Valerie’s hands.
     “Oh no you didn’t” Valerie yelled as fire flashed in her Italian eyes.
     Karen knew what was coming next and pitied Joey.  “Val I’m gonna go get some peppers for tonight.” Karen couldn’t be sure but she assumed that Valerie heard her just before releasing the scream of Italian death that comes to all who threaten Val or her cooking.
 
 

Chapter 6: JC AND THE OVER RIPE PEACHES

     JC was bent over the selection of peaches trying to find the ripest one when suddenly a primal scream shook the isles.  JC quaked with fear and ended up dropping the most beautiful peach.  JC bent down to pick up the peach when suddenly he was strewn across the floor.
     “Did anyone the number of that truck” moaned a prone JC.
     “Actually it was a shopping cart” said Karen as she attempted to help JC get into a sitting position.
     “I had the peach in my hand….”mumbled JC  “ it was perfect so…..perfect. Where did it go? Did you take it?”  cried JC in frustration his cool calm demeanor crumbling under the weight of loosing his peach.  He grabbed Karen and began to shake her yelling. ”you took it didn’t you.  You were jealous of us.”
     “I know this is going to be hard to hear but sometimes when you love something very much you have to let it go…..”
     “What are you trying to say” asked JC on the verge of tears.  Karen couldn’t speak she merely pointed to the gooy mess that was spread across the front of JC’s shirt.  “Oh my god! Why? Why do you test me so dear GOD why?” screamed JC.  He was about to break down and start to cry like a little girl.
     “Mommy I don’t want these bananas…the last ones got yucky.” Said a little boy.
     “I wish I knew how to stop them from getting all spotty.” The mother sighed
JC’s head picked up for a moment and he stifled the sobs. He got up and ran towards the mother and child.  “You don’t ever put bananas in the refrigerator. Never…the cold makes them go bad. Keep them in a warm place. Please be good to your bananas.  Promise me.” Implored JC.  The frightened mother was trying to back away when Karen stepped in and saved the day with her quick thinking.
     “He’s um…well….uh” karen panicked then blurted out “he’s on the mental hospital bag boy exchange. Now JC..” Karen scolded turning to JC “you be a good bag boy and go bag those peaches…oh you squashed one soooo sad.  Go apologize…that’s a good bag boy”  said Karen patting JC on his head and pushing him towards the peaches.
     Karen giggled shyly at the now fearful mother and child, who in response fled the supermarket and are now rumored to be hiding somewhere in the Ozarks. Karen shugged and turned towards JC who was trying to pick up what was left of the gooy mess of perfect peach.  “Geez…I do you a favor and you don’t even thank me.  Some bag boy you are.”  Karen complained as she bent over and picked up the peach pit. “Stupid no good peach..” said Karen as she threw the pit into the supermarket isles.
     “NO…..” screamed JC as he lunged trying to catch the peach pit.  However his legs became tangled in the Boston Lettuce and he could do nothing but watch the pit sail high above the aisles and out of sight.
 
 

Chapter 7: LANCE’S LITTLE SECRET
 
   Lance moved stealthily as he followed his subject. He carried with him only one piece of equipment…his trusty notebook- with attached pen.  When suddenly a peach pit knocked him in the head.  Lance became disorientated and dropped his notebook.
     “Hey, you dropped your book.” Said a small voice behind Lance.
     Lance whirled around. “um yeah.” Lance replied to the girl.  He was confused and a little frightened. Had this girl just pelted him with the peach pit?  His mother said that when girls did that it meant that they liked you.  Did she like him? Lance’s mind raced with questions and could find no answers.  Suddenly he realized that the girl was talking to him.
     “I said…aren’t you going to pick that up?”
     “Um…no.” Lance blurted out in confusion. Was she trying to pick him up? Should he give her his phone number?  No, that’s not right.  Justin would know what to do.
     “So you’re just going to leave it there?” the girl asked.
     “My names Lance.” No…no…no…Lance mentally screamed this is going all wrong. What would god do? No god wouldn’t have the answer…what would Justin do.  Justin always gets the chicks.
     “That’s special…look did you happen to see a really weird guy running ‘round with some biscotti?”
     Lance quickly grabbed the notebook titled “How to be Justin-esque” from its place on the floor by his feet.
     “Look, Lance was it?  I just wanted to point your notebook out to you.  Now, if you don’t mind . . .I must be running off now.  You see, this crazy guy keeps stealing my groceries and I need to head him off before he gets to the produce aisle.  I’m worried that there might not be enough fresh basil to go around.  It was nice meeting you.”
     As Val hurried off in hopes of beating Joey to the rest of the food in the market, Lance got back to what he had been doing all along . . .taking notes on how to be just like Justin.
 


I want more!

I gotta go.