Justin proceeded to do a dip and shift around the imaginary player, then did a fade-away jump shot, lobbing the roll of paper towels directly into the grocery cart. “He shoots! He scores!” Justin proclaimed, dancing around the cart, making crowd noises. “And the crowed goes wild as Timberlake makes the winning shot right at the buzzer!” JC shook his head at Justin’s antics. The younger man was still dancing around the cart as JC wheeled it down the aisle. “Justin, you smushed the bread,” he scolded, moving the offending paper towel roll off the crushed loaf. Justin rolled his eyes. “But my shot!” He jumped onto the end of the cart as it rolled along. “Did you see my shot?” “Yes, I did,” JC said patiently. Justin at the grocery store was not a good combination, but he’d been unable to stop him coming along. JC had tried to talk him out of it, making the valid point that Justin always got bored at the store. But Justin was convinced he needed to be a part of all things domestic where JC and he were concerned, even though he had no skill or talent for it. Like last night, JC thought. He’d been working late at the studio, and just wanted to come home, order a pizza, and crawl with Justin into bed. But Justin had surprised him by fixing dinner for JC. And JC had to admit the gesture was touching, even if the food was bad. He’d tried to make his mom’s meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and corn. The meat loaf was raw in the middle, the potatoes lumpy and runny at the same time, and the corn scorched. But Justin had been so proud of his dinner that JC had eaten every bite and even now suffered excruciating heartburn. In fact, he was thinking of steering the cart towards the pharmacy aisle to grab some Tums… “Ohh, cereal!” Justin exclaimed as they turned the corner. Here, Justin was safe. JC watched as his lover piled in box after box of cereal into the cart. Funny thing was, this was only a week’s supply of the food for him! Justin snagged a box of Corn Pops and opened it, digging down and grabbing a handful of the bright yellow Pops and stuffing them in his mouth. “Where too next?” he mumbled. JC looked at his list. Milk, cereal, paper products. “Frozen foods,” he said, turning the cart in the direction of the freezers. “JC…” Justin said in warning. “I saw them,” JC said. Two girls, one blonde, one brunette, both about 16-years-old, were watching the two men avidly. JC and Justin had always felt safe at this store. It was an upscale store in the area of LA where JC’s house was located. Other celebrities in LA shopped here, and the other usual cliental left them alone. And the management made sure their celebrity customers were protected, from what the bought to when they bought it. Usually the store security spotted the stalkers and escorted them out. But every once in a while a fan would slip by the guards and find the boys shopping. “How do you want to play it?” JC asked, watching as the girls gathered their courage. Justin thought for a moment. “Harvey and Gill, please. We haven’t done that one in ages!” JC shook his head. “Not Harvey and Gill!” “Please?” Justin pouted. “I’ll never make you eat my cooking again!” “Justin! What do you mean? You cooking was..” “Terrible,” Justin interjected, “ and I love you for eating it when it was so awful.” “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings,” JC explained. Justin kissed JC on the nose. “I know. But next time, just say something. I had to eat it, too!” JC laughed and reached in to peck Justin on the cheek, noticing how the girls down the aisle were watching the movements with puzzled expressions. “Harvey and Gill it is,” JC agreed. The lovers watched as the girls finally got their courage up and approached the two men. “Excuse me,” the blonde one said. “Aren’t you JC and Justin from *Nsync?” JC and Justin gave exaggerated sighs. “It’s happening again, Harvey,” JC said, his voice high and, well, queer. Justin rolled his eyes dramatically. “I know! I thought we were done with this, Gill!” Justin proclaimed. He turned to the girls. “We are ALWAYS getting confused with those two from that boy band…don’t know WHY people think it’s us!” The girls were shaking their heads, sharing confused glances. “But, you look just like them!” the brunette exclaimed. “Really?” Justin squealed. “I don’t see it myself!” “Harvey, don’t be rude to the ladies,” JC scolded. “Sweeties, we’re not them, uh, JC and what was the other’s name?” JC said, earning a secret pinch on the ass from Justin. “I mean…are they… gay?” JC voiced dropped to a conspiratory whisper. “NO!” the girls shouted in unison. “Then it can’t be us,” Justin said, reaching in to give JC a sloppy, wet kiss on the lips. JC answered the kiss back, pulling Justin closer. “EWWWW!” from the girls. “Excuse me,” a voice from behind said. “Girls, are you gonna buy something?” the security guard asked. “Uh, yeah, we were looking for the, uh.” Quickly the blonde scanned the shelves. “Flour! Yeah, we needed some flour!” With that, the girls each grabbed a bag of flour off the shelf and scurried down the aisle. “Thanks, John,” JC said to the guard. “No problem, Mr. Chasez,” he replied, tipping his hat at JC and Justin. The lovers continued shopping in silence, getting the last items from their list. It was good to have someone to share the shopping with after all, JC thought as Justin followed beside him, munching the Pop’s. That is, until Justin jumped back onto the cart, insisting that JC pop some wheelies. JC just sighed.