Come Turning of the Tide | By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 6912 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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AN: Sorry, sorry, sorry I haven't posted. I'm out of state for the holidays with my best friend. (SHE GAVE ME A PORTABLE TYPEWRITER FOR CHRISTMAS!!!! And a laptop. PORTABLE TYPEWRITER!!! Now I can feel old timey when I write, lol.) Anywhere, here's an update. I hope Christmas went as smashingly for you as it went for me.
Ero, of holy crap. I know so few men who can shop. They all buy stuff like that, and I've had the peanut butter thing happen to me. Because; "Kids eat peanut butter!" ...On sandwiches. Or crackers. Or something. I try to limit myself from eating it straight out of the jar so I can avoid my whole fat kid feeling.
They arrived in the grocery store which was, of course, packed to the gills as it usually was on Friday afternoons. Johnny instantly felt himself grow a little nauseous as he pulled the bill of the baseball cap he was wearing down lower over his face.
“It’s so busy!” Lily-Rose squirmed. Charity’s face tightened a little bit, like she was putting her game face on. She swooped down and picked up Jack, setting him in the seat of the cart.
“It’s very busy. So you stay near the cart and don’t wander, you hear?” she said as she began to push them towards produce. She checked the listen and put in a sack of potatoes before beginning to pick through the tomatoes.
“Tomatoes? What do we need those for?” Johnny was eyeing a stack of something called ‘grapples’ and wondering about them. He thought they were something that’d be fun to eat the first time, and after that would have the strange, oily-sick affect that you got after eating carnival food.
“For salad,” Charity said lightly before letting Jack out of the cart and telling him to pick four apples of any sort he wanted.
“Salad?” the movie star wrinkled his nose.
“You will not be living on Kid Cuisine dinners and peanut butter and jelly, sir. Please remember that not everything good has to come out of a box or be previously frozen. Preservatives do not equal good seasoning.” She put her hands on her hip. “Part of my job is making sure this family eats a delicious, nutritious meal!”
“But salads aren’t delicious!” he moaned.
“Oh, suck it up, buttercup.” She rolled her eyes before tossing in two heads of lettuce. Lily-Rose came up with a bag full of peaches. Charity told her they were clearly the best of the bunch before Jack came up, hauling his plastic sack of apples.
“Okay guys, onto the bread!” she put Jack back in the cart, and Johnny noticed her wince.
She put in three loaves of white bread and one of wheat, and a package of English muffins.
“What are those for?” Johnny asked.
“Breakfast.”
“I thought that was what cereal was for.” He blinked in confusion.
“See! You don’t even look at the commercials for that garbage.” Charity narrowed her eyes. “It clearly says that it is part of a BALANCE breakfast, not that the cereal itself IS the breakfast. And it always has a picture of toast and a glass of juice. So, this will be part of that balanced breakfast.”
“Oh,” he blushed. She had a point. But Jesus, she was making breakfast out to be something difficult.
They got bacon, eggs, and some frozen French bread pizza. Charity had to make Johnny put away the cookies, the snack crackers, and peanut butter with honey mixed inside, and several boxes of Little Debbie’s. She looked like she was about to roll up her shopping list and smack him on the head with it.
“I swear, if you don’t stay near the cart, I’ll have to get one of those handcuff sets they give children!” she threatened.
“Those plastic ones? Why, Miss Charity, I do believe you’re trying to seduce me.” He waggled his eyebrows, and she went red.
“That’s not what I meant!” she sounded exasperated. “I meant those things that I attach one to my wrist and the other to your wrist and there’s this long cord so you can’t really wander too far off…” she trailed off.
It still sounded much too sexual. She cleared her throat.
“Let’s pick out some yogurt, shall we?”
**
Johnny said he and the kids would put the stuff away on their own and settle down and watch a movie or something the rest of the evening. By that time, Jack was completely beat and Lily-Rose was starting to get cranky.
“Let me help you get them to your car.” I told him. I pushed the cart and loaded up the trunk, then went to lift Jack out of the seat to settle him into his booster. Johnny stopped me.
“He’s too heavy for you to carry around, Charity.” He easily lifted up the exhausted little boy, who nuzzled into his chest.
“I’m not weak.” I huffed.
“I know.” He put his son in the booster seat. “I’ll take you home.” He told me. I climbed into the front seat. The kids were quiet, Jack asleep in his booster and Lily-Rose leaning against her window, reading a picture book.
I directed him to my apartment and climbed out. He took in the ragged buildings and the cracks in the sidewalk, the weeds growing and the broken glass that made the street glitter. I could only give him a shrug.
It was L.A. after all.
“So I’ll see you Monday?”
“Yeah. Um, hey. My paycheck…?” I felt uncomfortable bringing it up, but Sarah Jane was liable to lynch me if I didn’t start bringing in some money.
He handed me an envelope and waited until I was inside before driving away. I sighed and headed up the stairs, my shoes making a hollow thumping as I went on.
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