With A Cherry On Top

Chapter Thirty-three: Was I as good as the duck?

Song: We Don't Talk Anymore by Charlie Puth ft. Selena Gomez

Chapter Thirty-three: Was I as good as the duck?

"Surprise!"

I opened my room door to see Zane standing there, with a small, colorful box with a bow on top. I couldn't help the smile that fought its way to my face. I knew he was coming back today, but I didn't expect him to show up at my door.

"What are you doing here?"

"Why don't you sound more excited? I mean, it's me." He let himself in and lay on my bed.

"So you didn't drop the arrogance off in France?"

"Nope."

"Clearly. What's that in the box? Did you buy me a present?" I asked eagerly.

"Open it up, and find out." He placed it on my bedside table. I gave him a weird look, before I walked over to the table to pick the box.

"Is it a bomb?"

"If it was, I wouldn't be here."

My eyebrows shot up. "Is that the only reason? What about not wanting to blow the place up?"

He stroked his chin. "That could be put into consideration."

I rolled my eyes at him before opening the box. There was a white wrapping around whatever it was. I opened it and my eyes grew as big as saucers. I screamed and jumped on him. We both fell on my bed with him under, but I didn't even think too deep about it. I just threw my hands around him and hugged him tight.

"You bought me chili cheese dogs!!" I squealed.

"I know. I just didn't know you'd be this excited." He chuckled

I raised my head to look into his hazel eyes. "Neither did I, I guess you can call me a foodie."

"I guess I can."

A strand of my hair fell on his face, and he tucked it behind my ear. "I thought you'd like something to munch on, on the ride we're going."

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I wasn't really ready for the 'trip', and Zane didn't let me change so I was wearing another T-shirt dress. But this one was long sleeved and black. What can I say? They're the only comfortable things to where when you're stuffing yourself to death. As Rev gently put it.

"Is the blindfold really necessary?"

"Nope."

"And I still have to use it?"

"Yup."

He helped me down from the car, and put a hand on the small of my back, holding my hand with his other one.

"What time is it?" I asked him.

"About six pm."

I urged. "Well, hurry up. I was saving my chili cheese dogs for the way back." 

It would be cold.

And I would still love it.

"That was a good idea." 

"Why?"

"You'll see."

"You know, I don't like mysterious things."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Well too bad. Jump!" I jumped. "What was that?"

He laughed. "Nothing. I just thought it'd be funny to see you jump over nothing." 

I elbowed him in his stomach. It was too bad I couldn't see the look on his face, but at least, I got to hear him groan. You call that sadistic, I call that sweet payback.