You walked the aisles at the store with Joel, Sarah and your father, Alex. Alex and Joel needed to go shopping, and of course being the two annoying teenagers you and Sarah are, you had to tag along. You frowned slightly, looking around before looking back down at the list. “Where the hell do we find coconut oil?” You asked, catching Joel’s attention. He placed a hand on your lower back and looked over your shoulder to see the list before letting out a grumble in that rough, texan accent. “Not sure.” He replies. thanks for the help, joel.