"Hey Al, can you run down to the shops for me?"

Alex's head shot to the side and he sighed.
"Yeah what do you need?" Alex called back slowly standing up and walking to grab a pair of shoes.
"Milk, and bread," Peter replied as he slowly examined the fridge.
"Wanna come?" Alex muttered to John with a sheepish shrug.

John smiled and nodded eagerly, floating up from where he was perched and sitting cross legged mid air while he waited for Alex to put his shoes on. Once he was ready he jumped up, grabbing his keys & phone and ushering John to follow.

He floated out, following Alex as he grabbed some money from a jar in the kitchen.
"Won't be long," he called out, walking into the garage. Alex stepped in and rolled up the door manually before grabbing his bike. John tensed a little, floating up in front of Alex timidly.

"A-are you sure you wanna ride your bike? Bikes are very dangerous, and can kill people. They are very good at killing people." He mumbled, glancing at the bike skeptically.
"John anything can kill you, I met a guy who was suffocated by a pillow, I'll be fine," he chuckled, kicking up the stand and wheeling it out. "Want a dinky?" He grinned, patting the handlebars.

"Wha- no, no thank you," John frowned. He would've been jumping for joy if Alex had wanted him to ride with him earlier, but he couldn't imagine getting back on a bike now.
"Fair enough," Alex shrugged, swinging his leg over the bike and riding out down the driveway.

John hastily floated after him, gradually catching up and flying beside him as he sped down the street.
"STOP!"

Alex jumped a little and slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop.
"What? What's wrong?" He panted, looking up t John.
"You're crossing a road, you need to stop, look and listen for cars." John instructed robotically.

"What- John there's no cars coming I can just go-" Alex tried to protest but John quickly flew in front of him.
"Nooo no no!"
"What now?" Alex groaned.
"When crossing a road with a bike, you have to get off the bike and walk i- why aren't you wearing a helmet?"

"You never wore a helmet," Alex reasoned, reluctantly stepping off his bike and looking both ways before he started crossing.
"And look where that got me." John deadpanned, sticking his hand through his own torso.

"Okay! I get it!" Alex sighed exasperatedly, finally crossing the road and hopping back on his bike, continuing to ride. When they arrived at the small IGA Alex parked his bike and stepped in, making a beeline for the back where the fridges where.

"So uh, do you think your family will have a um... funeral?" Alex muttered, glancing up at John as he walked.
"Probably, I haven't checked up on them since I died, but I doubt they'll put much effort in," John muttered with a sigh.
"Why wouldn't you go see them? They might care more than you think," Alex frowned sheepishly, grabbing two cartons of milk and continuing to walk to the bakery section.
"Doubt it, but I'll go say hi later," John shrugged, earning a nod of approval from Alex.

As John was floating he assumed he was intangible and advanced to float through a stand of oranges but ended up flying straight into it and spilling oranges out onto the floor with a gasp.
"John, jesus christ," Alex muttered, looking up at him worriedly as he dropped down to pick up oranges. "You need to get that thing under control,"

"I'm trying," John hissed, bending down to pick up an orange too, but his hand slipped straight through it. "For fucks sake!" He yelped in frustration, swinging his leg up and successfully kicking the orange. It flew up and slammed into a display window of cold meats, turning even more heads than were already worriedly staring at Alex.

Alex slowly stood up and dropped the remaining oranges back in the stand, shooting the staff a sheepish grin. "Sorry, just a little clumsy," he muttered with a nervous laugh, hurriedly escaping to the cash register.

The shoppers and staff didn't move, watching the crazy teenager talking to himself and making oranges fly as he raced off.
"I am so sorry-"
"I don't want to hear it."