Hunted_part11
~Lovely outings.
We drive around town, Josh keeping out of my head- for the moment that is. I start to get hungry and I see an exit for a Wendy’s. I take it. I absolutely love Wendy’s.
“oh lord!” I hear Josh mumble.
“what?!” I snap loudly, my hunger turning me into a diva like the Snickers’ commercial describes.
“YOUR CHOLESTORL!” he exclaims wildly. What the? Oh that boy. Good sweet baby JESUS!
“YOU HAVE GOT BE KIDDING!” I exclaim out in shock and frustion, as I turn into Wendy’s.
“no I’m not.” He mutters.
“ugh. Justt get out of my CAR!” I proclaim before regretfully slamming my door-MY POOR CAR! I’M SO SORRY. I still need to name you! I stroke my chevorlette, and walk into Wendy’s. I am quickly followed by my personal shadow, Josh.
“hi welcome to…..” the female cashier boredly starts, before eyeing Josh up and down, repeatedly, “Wendy’s. Where your needs are up most important.” She pipes perkily, eye raping Josh. Her eyes end up literally glued to Josh’s shirt, where hints of his toned abs are peaking through his white shirt. His tight white shirt. His very tight white shirt. His very nicely tight white collared shirt. It evens buttons down… damn. Bad mind.
-hmmm someone complimenting me? The jackass hums into my mind.
No.
-uh come on. Be nice.
I am.
“Uh hellooooo, lovey dovey couple?” the cashier, now annoyed, calls out frustratively. Her display of emotion only leads into one of Josh’s classics smirk which disappears as he winks at me. Oh. Good. LORD.
“Why hello there, my lovely fiance and I would like to what are your best menu items?” he asks gentlemen-like, flashing a ‘nice’ smile as he drapes his arm around my waist. This action leads to a forced and plastered “happily in love” smile onto my pursed lips. The cashier just rattles her plastic nails against the counter with an agitated huff, before placing a Barbie tight ‘smile’ on her disappointed lips.
“Well we have a number of great options-“ I cut her off, her looks of jealously are seriously pissing me off.
“Honey is this the place with the junior back cheesebrgar, that you brought home that one night? It was meaty and biiiigg and….”paused for dramatic effect..grab a hold of Josh’s shirt, face him with a dirty glint in my eye and watch the cashier from the corner of my eye,”juicy hamburger, that you brought home oh so very late that one night…?” trail off questioningly sweet, and very lightly flick my eyes over to the cashier. Ha. Bitch Points.
“Why.. yes honey?” my oh so smart “finace” replies questioningly- I yank him closer, he gets the jest.
“Then I will be ordering that.” I say looking at the cashier, or rather hiss due to the daggers she is throwing me. Hoe.
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Hunted.
FantasyCaramel Cries, holds the power over controlling time, or so she thinks. One day she meets a mind reader- mind you she hates them because of the no privacy thing. But as the days go, she learns they can become quite handy, especially when being hunte...
