“This theme is ‘crazy pet owners,’” I said, as I pulled each item out of my cart. “Number one: fruit smoothies for all those health-conscious dogs. Number two: water for turtles and tortoises, for the ones too spoiled to swim in regular water. And number three: a book called…Crafting With Cat Hair.”

“What the shit,” Hector said, taking the book to page through it. “I think you win with this alone.”

Kyle leaned closer to look inside. “Agreed. Nothing can top fingerless gloves made out of fur balls.”

Jared grabbed my arm and raised it over my head. “I’m proud to introduce our new champion, Maddie Taylor!”

“Woo!” I yelled, and the other guys applauded and hooted. Thank god the store was empty at this hour.

“Good job, everyone,” Jared said. “Let’s put this stuff back before the people who work here kick us out.”

We split up to return our treasures and grab the things we actually needed. While I was deciding which snacks to get, Jared’s arms slid around me from behind and he placed a kiss on my neck.

“Hey, stop that.” I glanced around quickly, but we were alone in this aisle. It was only the thought of Hector or Kyle walking over that kept me from kissing him back.

“I couldn’t resist.” He let me go, and we pulled apart to an innocent distance but did the rest of our shopping together.

While we grabbed some beer, a girl about our age with bright pink extensions swayed down the aisle and stopped in front of us. She stared at Jared with narrowed eyes and then asked, “Are you famous?”

“Nope.”

“You look like that guy on that show. Um, that one show on TV, you know? In that band?”

He waited for her to get it out, smiling the entire time. “Oh, yeah?”

“Wait, you are that guy! Right? You’re, like, totally famous!”

He laughed. “Yeah, I am that guy.”

“Oh my god, I love you, I love your band. Can I have a hug?”

“Sure.” He held his arms out, and she rushed into them. Over her shoulder, he raised his eyebrows at me, an amused expression on his face. I covered my mouth to suppress a laugh. This was just too surreal, being attacked by a drunk fan in the middle of the night in a supermarket. I wondered if this sort of thing happened often to Jared. The girl didn’t even seem to notice I was standing there, too, but that didn’t surprise me. Jared was the face of this band for good reason.

“My friend is never going to believe this. She knows, like, all your songs,” the girl said. “Can I get a photo so I can make her jealous?”