Junk food overlord

The grocery store was bustling with people when Ayame and Amy arrived. They strolled through the aisles, their arms full of junk food and snacks for the sleepover. The music playing over the speakers was upbeat and cheerful, adding to the lively atmosphere.

As they picked out chips, candy, and other unhealthy treats, Ayame couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her. It had been a long time since she had last had a sleepover with Amy, and she was looking forward to spending the night talking and laughing like they used to.

Amy, on the other hand, was in her element. She loved shopping and eating junk food, and to be able to do both at the same time was basically a dream come true. She filled up her basket with a wide variety of snacks, not even bothering to check the prices.

"Do you think we have enough snacks?" Ayame asked, eyeing the overflowing basket. "I mean, there's only two of us, after all."

Amy shrugged, looking completely unapologetic. "You can never have too many snacks," she said, tossing a pack of gummy bears into the basket. "Besides, it's a sleepover. We're allowed to indulge, right?"

Ayame sighed, knowing that it was futile to argue with Amy when it came to junk food. "Well, I guess I'm not going to be able to fit into my jeans tomorrow," she joked.

"Oh, come on, a little junk food won't hurt," Amy teased, grabbing a bag of chips and waving it in front of Ayame face. "Live a little!"

Ayame swatted the bag away, laughing. "I do live a little, but I don't want to be living a high cholesterol lifestyle, thank you very much."

"You're such a killjoy," Amy said, pouting playfully. "But fine, we'll get some healthy stuff too. We need some balance, right?"

"I wouldn't go that far," Ayame said, grabbing a bag of baby carrots. "But at least we'll have something green in our pile of unhealthy crap."

"See? That's the spirit!" Amy said, grinning. "A little bit of healthy food to balance out all the junk. But really, who needs healthy food when we have gummy bears?"

Ayame rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smiling. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe people who care about their health and well-being?" she said sarcastically.

"Boring!" Amy exclaimed, sticking out her tongue. "I'd rather have a mouthful of gummy bears than a plate of broccoli any day."

"I'll remember that when you're complaining about how bad you feel after we've eaten all this junk food tonight," Ayame teased.

"Please," Amy said, waving her off. "I have a cast iron stomach. Nothing can stop me from enjoying all this deliciousness."

"Famous last words," Ayame said, chuckling. "Just don't say I didn't warn you when you're up all night with an upset stomach."

As they finished shopping, Ayame and Amy made their way to the checkout counter, their baskets brimming with an assortment of snacks and treats. They waited in line behind a few other people, chatting and laughing as they joked about their imminent sugar coma.

When it was finally their turn, the cashier began scanning their items. Ayame watched as the total on the register began to climb higher and higher, feeling a slight pang of guilt at the amount of money they were spending on junk food.

Amy, on the other hand, didn't seem to have a care in the world. She chatted away with the cashier, joking about their unhealthy choices and asking for recommendations on the best chocolate bars.

Finally, they finished paying and started loading their bags into the shopping cart. Ayame couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the sheer amount of food they had bought, but Amy insisted that it was all necessary for a proper sleepover.

"We need all of this," Amy assured her, patting one of the bags. "Don't worry, we'll have enough snacks to last us for the entire night. And probably the next day too."

Ayame chuckled, shaking her head. "I'll take your word for it," she said. "But don't come crying to me when you have a stomach ache tomorrow."

"Please," Amy said again, rolling her eyes. "I can handle my sweets. You're just jealous that you don't have my iron stomach."

"Oh, I'm incredibly jealous," Ayame said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe I should start eating more gummy bears and chips, so I can be just like you."

As they pushed the shopping cart out of the store, Ayame and Amy continued to joke and banter, their laughter ringing out through the parking lot. They joked about the absurd amount of junk food they had purchased, speculating on how long it would take them to finish it all. Despite the hefty bill, they couldn't help feeling excited about the upcoming night of mindless indulgence. They joked about the strange looks they were getting from some of the other shoppers, who seemed shocked by the sight of two grown women buying enough junk food to stock a small grocery store.

Amy pushed the shopping cart down the sidewalk, making it do a little spin every now and then. "You know what would be even better than all this junk food?" she asked, grinning devilishly.

Ayame raised an eyebrow. "What's that?" she asked, bracing herself for whatever crazy idea Amy was about to come up with.

Amy gestured for Ayame to lean in closer, as if she was about to tell her a secret. "Ice cream," she whispered dramatically. "We need ice cream. Lots and lots of ice cream."

Ayame laughed, shaking her head. "You are the queen of unhealthy cravings, you know that?" she said, smiling. "But ice cream does sound pretty good right now, I have to admit..."

As they continued walking home, Amy suddenly stopped in her tracks. "Wait! I have an idea," she said, pulling out her phone. "We don't even need to go to the store for ice cream. We can just order it online from FastEat."

Ayame was surprised by the suggestion, but also intrigued. "You can order ice cream online?" she asked, leaning over Amy's shoulder to get a better look at her phone.

"Yep," Amy said, scrolling through the FastEat menu. "They have all sorts of ice cream flavors, and it'll be delivered right to our door. It's genius, right?"

Ayame had to admit that the idea was appealing. "It sounds convenient," she said hesitantly. "But isn't it a little lazy? We're just a few blocks from the grocery store."

"Lazy? Pfft," Amy scoffed. "It's efficient. Why waste time walking to the store when we can just have ice cream delivered to us? Plus, we don't have to carry anything heavy."

"Fair point," Ayame conceded, grinning. "Alright, let's do it. Order the fanciest, most decadent ice cream flavor they have."

"Excellent choice," Amy said, scrolling through the menu with relish. "How about a triple scoop of chocolate mocha fudge deluxe with whipped cream, sprinkles, and a cherry on top?"

Ayame eyes widened at the description. "Dear God, it sounds like diabetes in a cone," she said, her mouth watering despite herself.

"Exactly!" Amy said cheerfully, tapping the order button on her phone. "It's the perfect way to end our shopping spree. We'll be in a sugar coma by the end of the night."

Ayame shook her head, unable to help laughing at her best friend's relentless sweet tooth. "Sometimes I wonder how you're not the size of a house, with how much sugar you consume."

Amy shrugged, unrepentant. "My metabolism is a mystery, what can I say?" she said, pocketing her phone. "I could eat a mountain of ice cream every day and not gain an ounce."

"Unbelievable," Ayame said, shaking her head. "Meanwhile, I look at a piece of cake and gain three pounds."

"Sucks to be you," Amy said unapologetically, grinning at her. "But hey, at least you have a thing called self-control."

As Ayame and Amy turned onto Amy's street, they noticed a familiar figure waiting outside the house. Amy's older brother, Yako, was standing on the front porch, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

Yako pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep drag before letting out a cloud of smoke. He turned and noticed Amy and Ayame approaching, a smirk spreading across his face.

Yako puffed on his cigarette and looked up as Amy and Ayame approached. "Hey, ladies," he said, his voice casual. "Don't worry, I'll be out of here soon. Just needed a quick smoke break."

Amy rolled her eyes at her brother's casual attitude. "Gross," she said, wrinkling her nose. "You know smoking's bad for you, right? You're going to die early if you keep that up."

Yako chuckled, taking another drag on his cigarette. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I've heard it all before. But a guy needs some vices, right?"

Ayame gave Yako a disapproving look. "Smoking is a terrible vice," she said, her voice stern. "It's not good for your health or your wallet."

"Spoken like a true health nut," Yako teased, blowing a smoke ring in Ayame's direction. "You two need to lighten up. Life is more than just eating healthily and exercising."

"Yeah, well, life is also more than just smoking and doing things that are bad for you," Amy said, putting her hands on her hips. "Maybe you should try finding a healthier hobby."

Yako chuckled, gesturing towards the shopping bags in their hands. "Looks like you two have some unhealthy hobbies of your own," he said, his tone sly. "Or is all that junk food for decoration?"

Amy stuck her tongue out at her brother. "At least our unhealthy hobbies aren't going to give us lung cancer," she retorted.

Yako chuckled again, stubbing out his cigarette on the porch railing. "All right, all right, I can take a hint," he said. "I'll go find somewhere else to smoke. Have fun with your junk food, ladies."

Amy unlocked the front door and ushered Ayame inside. The house was a cozy, two-story affair with a lived-in feel to it. Framed photographs of Amy family adorned the walls, the rooms filled with comfortable furniture and various flowers.

As they stepped into the living room, Amy's cat, Boba, appeared seemingly out of nowhere, meowing loudly as he rubbed against their legs. Boba was a fluffy black tabby, with a perpetually hungry expression on his face.

"Looks like someone's hungry," Ayame said, laughing as Boba sniffed eagerly at the shopping bags.

"He's always hungry," Amy said, picking up Boba and cuddling him in her arms. "He would eat himself to death if we let him."

"Such a typical cat," Ayame said, dropping the shopping bags on the couch. "All they ever think about is food and sleep."

Ayame flopped down onto the couch, groaning at the amount of junk food they had just bought. "I can already feel my arteries clogging just looking at all these bags," she joked....