!Warning, this book contains the use of cursing and profanity!
(Desc changed due to cringe)
Jeremy Fitzgerald, a 21-year-old male who... Yeah, he's just an average guy- Fresh outta college and living with his parents along with an art major for some...
It turns quiet for a while, well obviously not silent due to.. well, ya-know.. THIS IS AN ARCADE? But none of us say anything for a short amount of time, the romantic tension between us growing.
" How about we get something to eat? "Mike suddenly says, breaking the silence.
" Sounds good to me, fries? "
" Whatever you want, ima get me some chicken wings though. "Mike says, glancing over at the bar area next to the bowling alley and booths.
We walk over to the bar, sitting on a bar stool, and looking at the menu.
(Just pretend like it says Super-Novas instead of Player 2 LMAO, I found it on the internet so uhh don't accuse me of copyright 💀)
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" I'll just have the french fries, I'm not that hungry.." I said, pushing the fact that I was actually hungry to the back of my brain.
"Alright, you look a bit off though... Are you okay? If it's the prices don't worry I can cover it!"
S H I T . . .
" Oops- Nahh I'm fineee! I just don't really like the smell of alcohol and, well, you know. It's just kinda making me lose my appetite. "I say in a convincing tone, I'm good at that for some reason-
" I totally get that, anyways if you want to pick something up afterward that's fine with me- "
" No no, YOU have done enough for me already, besides, I can just ask my mom to make me something when I get home! "I reply
" Whatever you prefer, "He says, smiling and laughing a tiny bit to get rid of the awkwardness.
We order and the food comes
!TIME SKIP!
" What do you wanna do now? "Mike asks
" CLAW MACHINE!!! "I scream back child-like, getting off my chair and bolting over to one full of squish mallows big and small.
" Awhhh- It only takes quarters... " I say in a disappointed tone
He chuckles as he follows behind me, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a handful of quarters.
" How the hell wasn't that noticeable?? "
" I guess I have magic pockets? " He replies and shrugs.
I take the quarters and start trying to win a prize, failing miserably.
