[ 043 - Such A Man ]
( Word Count - 1380 )
- Written on November 20th 2021 -
• Unedited Because We Back At It •

I stand in front of our pantry, my eyes scanning over the food which we have. Or mainly to be more honest, the lack of food which we have. I honestly have been kind of lazy with streaming for the past few days since I did my cooking stream a few days ago but I have popped in on almost all of Boomer's streams since.

I stand on my toes to try and see if anything is on the higher shelves, a sigh leaving my lips when I can only see so far up. A second later an arm wraps around my waist from behind and I turn my head to see Boomer there. He gives me a soft smile and a kiss on my cheek.

"We need to go shopping," I tell Boomer as I look back to what could maybe be considered a pantry to a country of starving children who would only like to eat chicken broth and a can of pineapples. I'm not quite sure why we have both of those food items but they are there and will hopefully be used soon. I won't be using them today though and that is what counts. I see Boomer frown slightly as his eyes scan the pantry which I had been looking at.

"No we don't." Boomer says with a confused look across his face and I turn to face him. I spin so we are face to face and a grin quickly appears there. I roll my eyes as he gives me a quick kiss which makes me laugh a little under my breath.

"We do," I tell him with a soft smile. We have been cooking so much over the last few days that most of our streams have become cooking stream. Fans had been sending us both lots of recipes which they want us to try and we have made some of them, eating the food afterwards on what our fans would call 'dates' ironically and if the food was shit then we would order something from one of the local pizza huts or other food chains around.

"We have food." Boomer insists as I slip past him, heading towards the bedroom so I can grab a sweatshirt for the day as it's clearly going to be chiller then the rest of the fall days have been. I hear him follow after me as I grab one of his hoodies off of the bed and throw it over my head.

"You're such a man." I tell him with a small giggle as I turn to face him again only to see that he is holding my sneakers in his hands. I take them from him and stand on my toes to give him a kiss before slipping out of the room once again. Boomer grabs my hand as I go to walk away and follows after me through the hall with a smile on his face.

"What does that mean?" Boomer asks as I look out the window at what is going on outside. I can see that the sky is turning dark but I can't tell if that is from the night coming or another thing coming. I look back to him and he pouts a little, only proving my point. Even Tommy never knew when we had to actually go out to the shops and get food due to the fact that there was "always enough food" in the pantry even if there was only a box of oatmeal or two.

"Nothing darling." I tell him with a small giggle and see a light appear in his eyes at the small name. "We don't have to get much," I say as I slowly create a small list in my mind of what I will need to get while I'm there. I hesitate for a second as I try to figure out how much money I will need but don't know exactly how much due to the fact that American money is weird. "Are you going to be coming with me?" I ask with a grin across my face, pulling on the sleeves of the hoodie which I am wearing that is boomers. "I think I remember seeing a shop just around the corner and I was thinking that we could maybe walk," I say and Boomer nods a little at how I was so excited.

"Yeah," Boomer says as he slips his own shoes on and I watch as he grabs a hoodie as well just to keep warm. We step outside a few minutes later and a chilly autumn breeze washes over us which gives Boomer the excuse to pull me closer to his body. I roll my eyes jokingly and then look to the sky which is painted more cool colors then it normally is at this time of day. "It's going to rain later." He states the obvious and I roll my eyes again but a smile stay pressed on my face because it is more then obvious by the weather that it's going to storm later in the day and my smile only brightens when an idea hits me.

"Maybe," I say and move my eyes back to him only to see that he was already looking at me with a look in his eyes that could only be what I assume is a soft emotion and my face goes pink as I look away. A car speeds by us on the road as we continue on our short walk to the shop. "We could dance in the rain then," I suggest in a joking but also not joking tone. It's childish and I know that but dancing in the rain is something I would love to do, especially with Boomer.

"You would want to do that," Boomer chuckles as he pushes a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. I frown a little at the comment because dancing in the rain is something that would be hella cool and his opinion is invalid if he thinks differently on that.

"Who wouldn't?" I frown as we turn onto the next street which we need to walk down before we get to the small shop where we are heading too. This is honestly my favorite part of the town because the street is lined with little shops that are ran by private companies which is adorable in my opinion. I love looking in the windows and seeing what they have for sale and what kind of people are working inside of them and are talking to customers.

"People who don't want to get sick." Boomer jokes as we reach the store and I turn towards him as we stand outside the doors. He pulls off his beanie and places it on my head, pulling it down so it covers my eyes. I laugh a little and reach up, fixing the beanie so it looks decent with my outfit before we both put our masks on and step inside.

"I never get sick," I tell Boomer as he reaches for a basket that we will be carrying around so we don't have to have all of the things we are buying in our arms. I offer to take it and see that Boomer is giving me a look that says that he doesn't believe me and I roll my eyes. It has literally been ages since I have gotten sick so I'm sure I'll be fine with a little rain on the cold no matter what Boomer says. "I'm too swag money." I tell him as we head for the first aisle of the small shop so we can stock up on items.

"Sure," Boomer agrees sarcastically and I shoot him a glare. He only grins a little more under his mask as he picks up something from the shelf. I roll my eyes before looking over my shoulder and throwing a package of colorful marshmallows at him when I know that no one is looking and I hear him chuckle a little before he turns to face me, pulling his mask down for a second to give me another kiss.