You and Tom were married and were heading to Target when bill and his gf , decided to tag along. As soon as you arrived, you and his gf also your bestfriend summer exchanged a mischievous look and bolted off, leaving Tom and bill behind to fend for themselves.

Tom sighed deeply, already regretting his decision to come. Bill glanced at him, equally tired. “Why do we let them do this to us?” he muttered, hands on his hips.

“Because we’re idiots,” Tom replied flatly, leaning against the cart near the exit as they waited.

Thirty minutes passed. Neither you nor summer had returned.

“They’re taking the piss,” bill grumbled.

Tom stood upright, eyes narrowing. “We’re not waiting any longer. Let’s find them.”

The duo scoured every aisle—home goods, snacks, electronics. You and summer were nowhere to be found. Defeated, they finally did what they both dreaded: approached the customer service desk.

A Target employee smiled at them. “Hi, how can I help you?”

Bill gave a sheepish grin. “Uh… could you page someone over the speakers?”

A few minutes later, the intercom crackled to life. “Would Y/N and Laswell please meet your party at the front of the store?”

Not long after, you and summer strolled up, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “What do you want?” you huffed. “We’re busy.”

Before you could say another word, Tom bent down and hoisted you over his shoulder with practiced ease. “Busy causing chaos, more like,” he muttered darkly.

Bill didn’t hesitate, throwing Laswell over his own shoulder despite her protests. “I swear, you two are like toddlers,” he grumbled, striding toward the exit.

“Put me down, you jerk!” Summer was yelled, kicking her feet in vain.

“Love! I’m not a toddler!!” you shouted, squirming in Tom’s grip.

“You could’ve fooled me,” Tom said dryly.

As they walked out of the store, ignoring the amused looks from passersby, bill glanced over at Tom. “Next time, mate, we’re locking ‘em in the car.”

“Agreed,” Tom replied, unbothered by your continued protests.