My Little Monster

Chapter Twenty Eight- A Wrecking Ball

I bought the shirt along with some shorts and other miscellaneous items.

"You feeling like gravy yet?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah. I still can't believe you wanted to try to do something illegal with me and risk going to jail," I answered.

"Bad boys have no fear," Hunter said with a confident nod.

"Mmhmm. Anyways, I'm hungry. You are a workout," I said.

"In more ways than one," Hunter said in a sing song voice.

"Shut up," I said, "How about some good old fashioned fried food?"

"Hell yeah. Now you're talking my language," Hunter said.

"I'm glad," I said.

"I'm glad you're glad," Hunter said.

"I'm glad that you're glad I'm glad," I sais.

"I'm glad that you're glad that I'm glad that you're glad," Hunter said.

"That should be a tongue twister," I replied.

"Yeah," Hunter said.

"Now on to the food," I replied with a greedy grin.

Hunter's grin matched my own as we waited in line for food.

Once we were done waiting, we found a table and ate. I was so hungry so I started pigging out. Hunter was just looking at me.

"Don't you know that it's rude to stare at a girl when she's eating like a pig?" I asked, mouth embarrassingly full.

Hunter snorted like a pig which made me laugh.

"You're so mean," I said.

"It got you to laugh, didn't it?" Hunter asked.

"Whatever, jerk," I answered.

"Cute jerk. Don't forget the cute," Hunter said.

"What's your secret?" I muttered.

"My secret?" Hunter asked, confused.

I guess I wasn't as quiet as I thought.

"Yeah. I mean, you're too perfect. Well, to me you are," I answered.

"As much as I'd love to agree with you, I'm far from it. If anything, you're kind of the perfect one," Hunter said, looking at me.

"Ha. Ha. You're serious?" I asked.

"Yeah. You're kind of the whole package. And more," Hunter answered.

"Thank you, my fuzzy Hunty wuzzy," I said.

Hunter narrowed his eyes at me and I smiled.

"I am totally screwed if you keep calling me that," Hunter said.

"Why? Its cute," I replied.

"Fine. I have to call you something. What about sweet Liz-cakes?" Hunter asked.

"I love it. You called me sweet," I answered.

"Damn it. I thought it'd be embarrassing," Hunter said.

"Keep it. Please," I said in a cutesy baby voice.

"Only for you, sweet Liz-cakes," Hunter said.

"Thank you, my fuzzy Hunty wuzzy," I said with a wink.

"Its starting to get less annoying by the seconds," Hunter replied.

I smiled. Hunter smiled back but I could tell he was holding back.