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It wasn’t often that Jennifer entrusted her seventeen year old son with her Durango and a fat wad of cash. But when the grocery shopping needed done and she was too lazy to get off of her ass, she’d hope he didn’t wreck the expensive SUV and spend the money on something useless. Skyler wasn’t one to be trusted with money in a grocery store. He bought things that weren’t necessary, like magic shell for ice cream, Froot Loops, and cookie dough that he would never bake. Skyler had always been a big eater. The grocery store seemed like heaven to the hefty boy. He drove cautiously in the parking lot, turning his blinker on and slowly pulling into a parking spot. He didn’t really want to bump into any other cars or those little grocery carts. He was sure his mother would chop his head off if he did something as careless as that.

As the car came to a halt, Skyler pulled the keys out of the ignition and swung the door open, jumping out and to the black top. His eyes scanned the parking lot, looking for the easiest way into the Shop n’ Save. His eyes landed on the main entrance, and he began his trek towards the door. He stopped in front of the automatic doors, waiting about a second before they flew open. He never understood the concept of those doors. They had slow motion censors, and it took time for them to realize someone was waiting patiently on the other side to get into the market. Sure, they were convenient for handicapped people, but what if someone was really hungry? They couldn’t run in as fast as they had wished because the automatic door wasn’t as automatic as they thought. It truly baffled the blond haired boy.

He could hear the sound of ‘Dirty Diana’ Skiana throughout the store. Skyler was sure it was because the Michael Jackson memorial had been today. He remembered sitting in front of the TV with Addie, waiting for it to go off and flipping through channels to try to find a channel without it on. Skyler didn’t understand why they were honoring him so much. Of course he had been the king of pop, but people seemed to forget that he had been in a lot of legal trouble, hung his kid from a balcony, and had been accused of molestation. It was normal for somebody to feel sympathy towards the family in their time of need, but there wasn’t a need for them to broadcast the death so much. Skyler figured he probably did it on purpose. He knew he would if he had gone through so much ridicule as Michael had.

Skyler reached out for one of the carts, tugging at it in his efforts to set the cart free. He tugged as hard as he could, looking like a complete jack ass in the process. “Shit,” The boy cursed, realizing that the baby seat had been up, and it was caught on the cart in front of it. He laughed nervously at himself, disconnecting the carts and pulling his on out with a sigh of relief. Skyler shook the embarrassment off, pushing the cart through the next set of double doors and into the market. He instantly began shivering. Was it just him or were markets and movie theatres always colder than other places? He contemplated the idea, continuing his walk through the market.

There were two lists Skyler had to go by. The first was his mother’s. His mother’s was supposed to be the official market order, but he found himself looking to the second list, which was Addie’s. Addie had the healthier food on her list, but she also wrote Skyler’s favorites on the bottom, so he would be able to throw Jennifer’s list away and say that Addie’s list was cheaper, which was a complete lie. Her diet was full of organic foods and lots of healthy stuff. It kept Addie, Jennifer and Jon in shape, but Skyler never found an interest in them. He thought they made his energy levels a lot lower. Chocolate and caffeine made him full of energy and ready to work out and play football.

He started from the bottom of the list, and the first thing was Chocolate ice cream. There was nothing better than plain chocolate ice cream, simply because you could do so many things with it. You could drown it in magic shell and indulge in something similar to a Dairy Queen dilly bar, or you could crush oreos in it and make an Oreo McFlurry with chocolate ice cream. He hated how things were primarily vanilla in the world. He was beginning to realize how completely racist that was. People should take more chocolate things into consideration. Not only chocolate foods, but people. He wanted to begin laughing at his thought but he was sure he’d get strange looks. After all, the only thing he was doing was getting into the freezer and retrieving a rather large bucket of chocolate ice cream. A smile appeared on the boy’s face, and he put it into the mart cart.

Skyler continued to shuffle around the market, grabbing items as he went. He was beginning to dislike Addie’s list more and more as he looked at the organic items. Was there such a thing as organic yogurt? He raised a brow, tossing the list into the buggy and pulling out Jennifer’s. It made so much more sense and he knew exactly where everything was. The words were much more simple as well. For instead, the word ‘cereal’. He gave a smirk, turning on his heel and going down the aisle where the cereals, oatmeal and all oat things were. He was supposed to pick out a kind of cereal for each person. He knew what his favorite was. Skyler got up on his tip toes, reaching up and bringing down the Reese’s Pieces. It was probably the best cereal in the entire world. He continued to walk down a bit more, then took two different kinds of Special K off the shelf. One of them was strawberry, and the other one was chocolate. It was obvious which went to which person. The chocolate went to Jennifer and the strawberry went to Addie, because he knew Addie would complain if he bought something with chocolate in it. Chocolate was apparently fattening, and God forbid Addie gained one measly pound.

He stopped in front of the Honey Nut Cheerios, pulling a box down and letting it fall to the ground. He cursed under his breath, squatting down and picking up the banged up box. Jon would get over it. Skyler was far too lazy to get back up on his feet, put this box back, and pick up one that didn’t have any dents in it. That had to burn a whole five calories.

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Immigrant parents were the worst, Anastasiya Ivanov had come to learn. They were constantly holding onto old cultural traditions, writing in Neolithic scripts no one could understand, hated anyone who wasn’t of their culture. Okay, so maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but right now, Ana hated that her parents were Russian. For some unearthly reason, her mother had decided to make Russian food for dinner today. One would think it was easy – Russian food generally didn’t require very many spices or anything of that nature that would be hard to find. When Valeriya had insisted Ana go to the supermarket, she hadn’t refused. This would be easy, she figured.

She hadn’t looked at the list before leaving the house, and now she was regretting it. For one, Ana’s mother had decided to write the entire list in Russian, which was perfectly fine usually because it was Ana’s first language. Now was not a usual time. There were some words which she didn’t know the English equivalent of, and some things her mother had just made up. ‘Soup broth, but not the kind that’s too watery.’ How the heck was Ana supposed to find ‘soup broth, but not the kind that’s too watery’? That wasn’t an item typically sold in stores. Was she supposed to check each can of broth to see what the exact consistency of it was? Did supermarkets even sell broth? And did cans of broth actually have their consistency clearly marked on the can? Who determined the consistency of the broth put in the can? Did a neglected child who’d been fed broth his entire life secretly aspire to be a broth-consistency-creator to annoy people around the world?

There she went again, thinking every little thing down to the very core. Who the heck besides Ana cared about a broth-fed child and his future career? No one, that was who. Ana was glad no one was in the car with her as she drove to the grocery store. If there had been someone accompanying her, he or she would never have heard the end of the broth mystery. That tended to happen on a daily basis – whenever Ana was around someone, she overanalyzed the littlest part of the situation and then questioned them about it. Awkwardness ensued, which Ana hated – but she couldn’t help it. Someone had to care about what brand of pizza they served in the school cafeteria, or who was the CEO of a soap company and if they enjoyed their job. Even in the privacy of her peach Beetle, Ana felt a blush creeping onto her face. One would think blushing only happened in social situations. Such was not the case with Ana. Whenever she was embarrassed, she’d blush, including when she was by herself. It was a stupid involuntary action that Ana hated about herself.

As she came to a red light, Ana turned the radio on and hit a button marked ‘1’ – her favorite radio station, 96.9. It was the only good classic rock station she’d found in the entire five years she’d lived in Pittsburgh. She’d been able to find plenty of rap and pop stations; of course teens these days would pick Britney Spears or Lil Wayne over Led Zeppelin or Fleetwood Mac. Ana had always been into older music, though; in general, anything post-80s was a no-go for her. She honestly preferred The Beatles or Beethoven over Brokencyde or the Backstreet Boys. Her generation just didn’t seem to get how good older music of any kind really was.

‘The Great Gig in the Sky’ was currently playing at a reasonable level. She’d never really liked said song, but it was better than listening to some song about being on a boat or living in 3008. Keeping her eyes on the light, Ana reached down and turned the volume up a bit. The music was still at a normal level, though; she’d never understood why people blasted their music. Honestly, what was fun about hurting your ear-drums and not even being able to hear the music properly? In her opinion, one couldn’t truly appreciate music if it was drowned out by the bass or the drums.

The light turned green and Ana was jolted out of her useless thoughts about music and how loud it was played. Accelerating a bit, she flicked her blinker up and turned into the parking lot. Boy, was the supermarket crowded today. After a few minutes of searching for a spot, she found one in the very back of the lot. Grabbing her purse and the list of items needed, she slid out of the driver’s seat and shut the door. Locking the car, she slung her bag over her shoulder and began the trek toward the supermarket.

Instantly she was glad she’d worn a skirt and a tank top today. It was unbearably hot outside, and humid, too; if she’d worn jeans, it’d feel like a sauna. Quickening her pace slightly, Ana reached the automatic doors and ambled into the store. The wave of cold air hit her like a brick and she smiled, stopping. Was it just her, or were supermarkets freakishly cold? Brushing the thought from her mind, Ana retrieved the list from her bag and looked at the first item on the list. Cereal. Cereal? Who needs cereal to make soup? she thought to herself, furrowing her brow in confusion. Scanning the rest of the list, she realized nonrelated items were cleverly hidden amongst items needed to make soup. Typical Valeriya; she knew her daughter all too well. She knew that if usual items were listed at the top or bottom, Ana would get annoyed, so she scattered them throughout the list. It still pissed Ana off, but she’d do it anyway. Ana had always been a very obedient girl – it was the way she was raised. If her parents told her to do something, she’d be expected to do it. And even if her parents hadn’t asked it, she’d do it anyway so as not to upset them. They did need cereal, though, so Ana grabbed a basket and headed in the direction of the cereal aisle.

By the time she reached it, she was positively freezing. Just as quickly as she’d loved her outfit, she’d wished she’d worn jeans and a t-shirt instead – maybe even a parka too, or perhaps some whale blubber. She wasn’t even in the frozen foods aisle and she already felt like a popsicle! Rubbing her arms slightly, Ana shuffled down the aisle in search of her parents’ favorite cereals. Her mother liked Honey Nut Cheerios and her father liked… Raisin Bran. Just the thought of it made Ana shudder. It was such a gross cereal, in her opinion. The lack of flavor and the idea of raisins in cereal would completely kill her day. She preferred the strawberry Special K – it was nice, light, and it had a little bit of fruity flavor. It was nicely balanced.

She grabbed a box of Raisin Bran, shuffled down the aisle a bit more, and picked up a box of Special K. The last was the box of Cheerios, which she knew was at the very end of the aisle. Ambling down to the end of the aisle, Ana stopped in front of the Cheerios. There was one box left on the top shelf. “Damn it.” This was when she hated not being just a little taller – 5’4” was a decent height, but when the last damn box of cereal was in the stratosphere, 5’4” wouldn’t cut it. Had this been ballet class, and had she brought her pointe shoes, she possibly could have reached said bastardly box of cereal. There was no way in hell she was going to go en pointe in Converse for a box of cereal, though. There was also no way in hell Ana was going to ask for help to get the box down. That would just be pathetic.

At first, Ana did what any reasonable person would do. She got on her tippy-toes and reached for the box. It was just outside her grasp, unfortunately, and she returned to her normal height and frowned slightly. Was she really getting owned by a box of Cheerios? Well, now, I suppose I’ll have to ask for help. Don’t want to get perpetually owned by a cardboard box. Looking down the aisle, she spotted a familiar figure a few feet away from her. It was Skyler Hanson, her biology partner who she’d met in the park not too long ago. Smiling, Ana traipsed over to him. “Fancy running into you here, Mister Hanson,” she greeted, a smirk playing on her features. She eyed the Cheerios for a moment, unsure of whether or not to ask Skyler if he could get them for her. After a moment of thinking, she decided she’d ask him later. It might seem rude if she just asked him to get her cereal and didn’t care about how he was doing. “How are you?”

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WORD COUNT • 1,511
LYRICS • angels on the moon - thriving ivory
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[skyler hanson]

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It seemed to be that whenever Skyler didn’t look his best, he would run into somebody he knew. Of course it wasn’t like he was wearing pajamas or anything. He was simply wearing an American eagle polo shirt and a pair of baggy jeans. For some reason when he heard that voice and turned around to meet the girl who had approached him, he felt his nerves begin to act up. Skyler wasn’t a nervous person. That was Addie’s job in his opinion. He was laid back usually almost 24/7. With Ana standing right in front of him, he felt weak at the knees and completely unaware of how girl his thoughts were at the moment. He dropped the box of Cheerios into his buggy before flashing Ana a friendly grin, and that was all. Friendly.

It was then that Skyler began to wonder if it was possible for him to like somebody other than Taylor. Ana was the only other girl he had really talked to other than Addie. This was mainly because she didn’t bring up any of his bad memories or make him feel like dirt. She didn’t question him and she didn’t pressure him into saying anything that he didn’t want to say. It pleased him to know that he had one friend that he could try to be himself around and actually be accepted. She was very important to him, even if she didn’t even know it. He was pretty sure she didn’t know. In fact, he was pretty sure he wasn’t even sure how much she meant to him. First impressions were important to him, and she had been the only person who hadn’t run up and wrapped her arms around him, drowning him in sympathy. He didn’t want sympathy. He wanted to have a normal conversation. He wanted to talk about things like movies, music, and experiences. Skyler could remember the first day back like it was yesterday.

He hadn’t even wanted to return that early. It had been the day after the funeral. Skyler could remember distinctively walking the short walk to school from his dorm, Addie by his side. That girl never seemed to leave his side. Then again, he had pulled her out of her anorexia using all of his strength. That walk seemed shorter than usual, mainly because he wanted it to drag out like it usually did. He would kick at any little thing in front of his feet, and keep his eyes glued to his Converse, and when he stepped through those double doors he felt everything stiffen and silence. He raised his head just to see everybody’s eyes land on him. Usually, he would relish the opportunity to be enveloped in attention. But today, Skyler was brooding. Little did he know he’d still be brooding a year later?

Skyler had gotten through all of his classes fairly normally. Of course there was always someone on his arm trying to get him to talk about how he was feeling, but he kept his mouth shut. He kept everything inside. He bit his tongue when somebody would say, ‘I can see right through you.’ Skyler had decided he would much rather have people dislking him than risk public humiliation. He was looking forward to gym class where hopefully no one would bother him about Taylor. He’d be able to go down into the gym, change and crack stupid perverted jokes with the guys and keep all of his pain inside. Things didn’t go as planned.

It was like a replay of the hallway when he stepped into the locker room. All of the boys froze and looked at him. He went to his normal place, peeling his shirt off and continuing to change. He noticed something immediately. They weren’t ignoring him. Then again, they weren’t talking to him. The locker room was silent except for the sounds of clothes falling to the ground and sneakers sliding across the floor. Skyler could feel the pressure in his chest. He needed a good cry. He definitely wasn’t about to go up to one of these guys and bawl on their shoulders. That was what Addie was for. No, he’d wait until everybody was out of the locker room and then brood and skip gym.

His eyes followed each and every boy out of the locker room before he launched a sneaker at the lockers, making a loud banging noise. Fuck! The boy had shouted in anger and then sat down on one of the benches, trying to control himself. This obviously didn’t work because he soon found himself beating the shit out of a locker. His knuckles were bruised and sore, but he pulled himself together and sat there through gym until the bell for sixth period rang. Skyler had trailed behind all of the guys until he got to the hallway, making his way into Biology. That class was going to change his day.

When he got to his seat, he gave Ana a nod and a soft ‘hey’ before sitting down. There she was in all of her glory. Ana had turned to him and made conversation. He could still remember what it was about. It was about how all people seemed to like cheerios. He couldn’t even begin to remember how the conversation got started. All he knew was that he was grateful for it and to this day he still showed the gratitude for it. His memories were stuck on that class period, talking to Ana about cheerios and the weather, and occasionally swapping slides on the microscope. He snapped out of his little fantasy world and nodded towards Ana.

“Yup. I actually hate grocery shopping believe it or not.” Skyler chuckled. He really didn’t like it. It was so much walking and reading, and if he didn’t get something he had to go back all the way around the market and hope it was there, and if it wasn’t he usually got in trouble with Jennifer. Most people would figure Skyler loved grocery shopping considering he was a beast and all. Skyler chewed on his bottom lip, then glanced down at Ana, smiling again. “I’m actually pretty good, aside from the fact that I just totally crushed this box of cheerios and I’m pretty sure my step-father is going to call me lazy for not getting another box.” The boy shrugged, giving a smirk. “What about you, Ana?” He questioned, ruffling up his blond hair. He had always been told he looked like Jesse McCartney, but as Skyler recalled, Jesse was brunette. Skyler was blond.

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=Ana inadvertently found herself smiling back as Skyler smiled at her. It made her genuinely happy to know that he was doing better. Well, she didn’t know if he truly was improving or if he was just putting up a front – but his progress seemed genuine enough. There was something different about Skyler when he was around her, Ana had noticed. He seemed more… real. Ana could understand that, though. It was amazing how much bad people could do without even realizing it. By constantly hugging Skyler and bathing him in “I’m so sorry”s and “I’m always here”s, the general Stewartian population was only reminding him more of what had happened. Ana knew he needed someone to just be… normal, in a way, with him. He needed someone to complain about how sore he was from practice to. He needed someone to ask about last night’s homework. Mostly, he needed a friend, not a counselor. Ana wanted to be that friend.

She too had remembered the day Skyler had come back to Stewart – or, rather, she’d remembered biology the day he returned. She could see how physically and emotionally tired he was when he walked in the door. She could see the stares people were giving him and how hard he tried to ignore them. With this on her mind, Ana had turned her head back to the microscope they were going to use for the lab that day. She’d always hated the microscopes the school provided. For a school that was so heavily funded, she didn’t understand why they used such crappy equipment. The rest of the students never seemed to care, though; for them, biology was the most dreadful subject of the day. Ana had always found it interesting, though, so it annoyed her when the slides came out fuzzy or she couldn’t see a certain part of a cell clearly enough.

The next part she remembered clearly. Skyler had sat down and hadn’t given her a second glance. It was a little like Twilight, now that she thought about it. Edward hadn’t talked to Bella at all. They’d just move the microscope back and forth and be awkward around each other. Ana wasn’t going to let that happen. “Hey, Skyler, you like Cheerios, right? Have you ever tried the ones with the strawberry yogurt?” she’d asked him. It was a completely out-of-the blue question, but it had been bugging her. Everyone she’d talked to seemed to hate the strawberry Cheerios, so she’d get Skyler’s opinion. “It’s kind of a random question, but no one else seems to like them. I think they’re delicious.”

It was possibly the most she’d talked to him that period. They’d merely shifted the microscope between each other and called out the stage – whether it was anaphase or telophase, for example. Once she asked the question, though, things seemed to get better, and in a few days, it was just like nothing had happened with Skyler. He seemed to bring out the best in Ana, too, the Ana who’d talk and laugh and make mistakes without reprimanding herself for it.

“I actually hate grocery shopping, believe it or not.”

Ana smirked, cocking her head to the side slightly. “Really? I’ve always liked grocery shopping… well, in comparison to shopping for, say, school clothes with my mother,” she joked lamely, chuckling lightly. Grocery shopping always seemed so fun; there was nothing like strolling through the aisles of a grocery store with food as far as the eye could see. It was odd – Ana wasn’t an exceptionally big eater, yet she enjoyed shopping for food. Go figure. She laughed softly at his next comment about the Cheerios. “I’m sure he won’t mind. I know my mom doesn’t mind what her Cheerios are in, as long as she gets them in the morning. If she doesn’t, she’s cranky. It’s kind of like coffee for her, I guess,” she rambled, clearing her throat a little. As if that wasn’t the most awkward comment ever. Why the heck would Skyler even be remotely interested in her mother’s morning routine?

Looking back up at him, Ana eyed the Cheerios in his basket and then glanced back at the Cheerios she’d attempted to get from the top shelf. “Uh, speaking of which… could you maybe get me a box of Cheerios from up there? I’m a little, er, short,” she stuttered out, smiling slightly. “I’m alright. Currently wishing I was a little taller, though.”

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Even people who hardly knew Skyler at all had come up to him that day. He sometimes wondered what people were thinking when they did that. Skyler knew very well that if something like that had happened to one of his fellow classmates he would surely not be up their ass the entire day. He had even wanted to sucker punch a few girls that day, and Skyler believed in never laying hands on a woman, even if it was in self defense. Most girls were were less defensive than him, and it wouldn’t be fair for him to tackle the girl and put her in a headlock if she was just going to scream and beg him to stop it. He didn’t know how that felt. No one had ever physically beat him up before, and he knew after that day, that nobody would probably ever attempt it.

He thought that his physical strengths would shine a lot more than his mental ones. Then again, he really didn’t think he had that many mental strengths. He remembered when he had gone to a psychiatrist and the only thing he could think of to try to boost up Skyler’s confidence was that he was understanding, and Skyler already knew that. Being understanding didn’t help you too much when you didn’t have anybody to be understanding towards. There was Addie, but Skyler liked to think she didn’t count, mainly because the quality went hand in hand. He tried to be fully understanding whenever she was going through her battle of anorexia, which he found awfully hard to understand. After all, who would expect Skyler Hanson to understand not eating?

Addie had and has been very understanding throughout the entire grieving process. He knew that he was getting rather aggravating with his moping and not wanting to do anything, but then he rememebered what he’s gone through, and that the grieving process takes about a year typically. This wasn’t typical. It wasn’t typical for him to be still constantly thinking about Taylor Morgan when she had been gone for a little over a year now. He still found himself standing out on the deck at night with a cold iced tea with lemon, talking to the sky and conversing as if she was right there next to him. That wasn’t typical either. That’s what got him wondering if he was truly insane.

Skyler would talk to her as if she had never left his side. Telling a dead girl that you were so in love with her it drove you crazy wasn’t always the smartest thing to do. Because of that, he kept having this recurring dream. He’d never tell anybody about it because of how insanely creepy it was. In his opinion, nobody would understand it, not even Addie. He would dream of being in the funeral, standing next to her coffin, but her heart would start beating again. Her eyes would pop open and she would sit up and climb out of the cherry wood coffin. Taylor would look around the room, and then let her eyes land on Skyler, jump into his arms and profess her undying love for him.

If that wasn’t creepy, then he didn’t know what creepy was. He always contemplated her feelings for him. She would tell him that she loved him, and tried to make him as happy as possible, but if she was this miserable that she had decided to end her own life, then why couldn’t she at least dump Skyler first? She didn’t even have the nerve to do that. It sometimes made him angry because from now on, he would be carrying the guilt of his late-girlfriend. Guilt wasn’t even the hardest part. The hardest part was trying to get over the fact that she couldn’t have been as much in love with him as he was in love with her, simply because if she did love him, she would have stuck it out and tried to live a little bit longer. After he wouild think that he would immediately be angry with himself because it was absolutely selfish to be thinking of her like that.

Skyler was now remembering the conversation as well. The yogurt filled cheerios could be really great if you didn’t eat a gigantic bowl of them. He felt that the strawberry yogurt kind of drowned out the strawberry flavor. At her next comment about grocery shopping, he chuckled, nodding in her direction. “Grocery shopping is fun if I’m not getting lost, but my mom said that the cupboards were absolutely bare and I needed to go shopping for her. Now the real task is to try not to lose the wad of cash she gave me to pay for all of the food.” Skyler grinned sheepishly. It was lame, but true. He wasn’t always the most dependable when it came to money. He lost it pretty quickly or had it all spent within a few minutes.

He eyed the box of cheerios on the top shelf and gave her another grin. “Sure,” He agreed, taking a few steps forward and reaching up to the very top shelf. Skyler wasn’t really that tall, but he had tried his best to cover up the fact that he had to get on his tip toes to reach it. “Don’t wish you were taller Ana,” He said, tilting his head to the side and walking back over to her with the cheerios in his hands. “If you were taller you would lose your Ana character.” He stated simply.

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