At the Grocery Store!

"At the Grocery Store!" is a chapter in a collection of stories (The Daily Life of Mark.) It features Mark and Darcy having a trip to the grocery store.
= Story =
It was a pretty average Sunday evening. Darcy was out shopping and had brought Mark along with her, while Leon and Samuel stayed at home. Mark had a strong dislike to staying home whenever his mother was away, so he always jumped on any opportunity he had to stay with her. To him, there was also the added factor of getting some alone time with his mother. They didn't go shopping too often with each other, as Mark was a rather unpleasant person to be in a store with, but it was merely a grocery store; No harm in letting him come there, right? Just as soon as Darcy got herself a shopping cart, Mark's eyes lit up. 
"Can I ride in it?!" he asked, bringing his palms together through his large sleeves.
Darcy giggled a bit before giving him a pat on the head. "I don't think you'll fit in there, silly." 
"Pff, yeah I can!" Mark argued. He was about to make another attempt to convince Darcy when things began to catch his eye. 
Darcy grabbed his hand as she sensed that he was about to run off. "Stay by me." she told him. "You don't want to get lost again." 
It, in fact, was a pretty small supermarket. Mark huffed a bit, but other things began to interest him. "OOOH, FREE SAMPLES! CAN I HAVE ONE?!" he asked.
Darcy's hand continued to grasp Mark's despite his slight effort to run off. "When we come back you can." 
She heard him groan but remained in a neutral state. Her grip slightly loosened on his hand as she thought a bit to herself about what groceries were needed. As soon as she turned around, Mark was gone. Darcy sighed a bit to herself as she finally decided on getting him later. 'He'll be ok for a little while.' 
As Mark was wondering through the store, admiring all the uninteresting, generic produce and products that usually occupied the place as well as people that scoured the store, he turned down another aisle. It was the cereal aisle. As Mark's attention went to the food, he was soon snapped out of his haze when a familiar voice was heard from further down the isle.
"KEVIN!" Mark shouted, getting a couple glances from nearby shoppers in return. The black haired boy brought his palm to his face, obviously not content with the attention. "Mark."
Mark hissed at Kevin, who was understandably confused by that strange reaction, and took off past him. Mark was a very strange individual; anyone could tell that. Kevin sighed in relief that Mark made no further interactions with him and continued with his day. Mark was pleased that he had drove away Kevin. Soon he went back to viewing the food that was surrounding him. None of it seemed to tempt him very much, so he skipped to the next isle, where he found his mom. Running to her, he managed to trip over his own foot and fell straight onto the ground.
"Markus!" Darcy exclaimed, heading closer to him and offering a hand. "Are you ok, Sweetie?" 
Mark nodded, grabbing her hand through his sleeve and getting up. "I'm fine."
Darcy began to walk him back to her cart. "You need to stay by me, alright?" Mark nodded, but looked like he was going to wander off again. "Mark." He looked. "Listen, I don't want you to get lost or hurt yourself, so stay by me, ok?" 
Mark nodded again. He was bored already. He began to grow impatient as he waited for about one minute standing in the same place while his mother looked at food he didn't care about.
"Want any corn?"
Mark crossed his arms. "No, I hate corn."
"Well what about some green beans?"
"No!"
Darcy put them in the cart anyway, which just resulted in Mark putting them back himself. 
"What was that for?" Darcy asked, putting them in the cart again.
Mark put them on the shelf again. "I don't want them."
Darcy put them in the cart yet again. "You don't have to eat them then. I'm still getting them."
Mark groaned. "I'm bored!"
Darcy grabbed his hand again and pushed the cart forward. He didn't move.
"Come on, I don't have much stuff left." Darcy told him.
Mark slowly began to walk with her, still looking quite bored as his mother continued to take her time looking at items. Just as Darcy let go, Mark was gone again.
She turned around to make sure he was there, which he of course was not. "Markus!?" she called. No response. Darcy sighed as she finally decided on finding him when she was done. It'd be quicker that way.
Meanwhile, Mark was busy making his way to another aisle, when he ran into someone else he knew; Iris, along with her father, his math teacher. Mark tensed a bit and turned around, hoping he wouldn't be noticed. He was staring intently at a box of noodles. Just to his dismay, Iris spoke.
"Look Dad, it's one of your algebra failure students!"
Mark froze, feeling a bit of sweat run down the side of his face nervously. He knew Iris was just trying to push his buttons, but it always seemed to work.
"Oh," the man responded. "Is it Markus?"
Iris nodded. "You need to go home and study, Mark!" Iris told him, giggling a bit.
Why couldn't he ever get a break!? Turning around, he snapped back, "FUCK OFF, I'M BUYING NOODLES!!"
Iris snickered a bit. "You'll need to know math first if you wanna do that, silly!"
That ticked him off. "DON'T TALK TO ME, ASSHOLE!" and then he took off. 'Honestly.' He thought. He stood at the end of the aisle, crossing his arms angrily. He wanted to cry, but at the same time, he didn't. That hoe wasn't worth his time. He stuck his hands in his hoodie pockets, waiting for his mom to reappear around the corner. And soon enough, she did.
"Mommy," he said, going to her, "Someone was mean to me."
"What happened?" Darcy asked, taking his hand again as she walked to a checkout.
Mark thought about it. "Nothing." he decided to say, which made him look a bit suspicious. However, Darcy just wanted to leave, so she left it at that. She didn't want Mark to act up anymore. He sure was tiring.
*
Later, the two had arrived home. Mark ran inside quickly, not helping his mother carry things in. He began to walk up the stairs, completely ignoring his father, who he had passed on his way in. 
"Markus."
He felt his heart sink.
"Go back and help your mother."
'Oh, that was it?' he thought to himself. Turning, he tripped a bit but managed to catch himself on the railing. He was never good with stairs. He noticed his dad chuckle a little. "What?"
"Go help your mother." Samuel responded.
"How was that funny?"
"NOW."
Mark huffed and opened the door.
"Without an attitude!"
"I'M GOING!!!" he let his mother in, who greeted her husband. Mark continued to complain in his head as he assisted his mom in bringing in the rest of the groceries.
"Did he behave?" Samuel questioned, looking at Mark sternly. Mark returned the look.
"Yeah, he was pretty good," Darcy responded, Mark smiling, "He was a little bit grumpy though." Mark frowned again.
"You need to straighten up!" Samuel commanded. Mark just walked away. "Yeah Go to your room!"
He was. To fap.
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