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Chris

*When they take you out on a date*

" I'm gonna kick your ass in this go cart."

Chris was a playful type. He loved getting his hands dirty and making everyone's day better.

He was a chill man, and never deterred from a good time.

He wanted your first date to be exciting and more enjoyable to get you more out of your skin. He wanted you to feel comfortable. He guessed  this was his way of doing so.

Your excitement made him smile. As he watched your petite frame step inside of the quadracycle.

" You sure?"

" Yeah, why?" You asked, putting on your helmet and watching Chris do the same while getting in the other one next to you.

" This is a big boy sport. Requires alot of coordination. We should get a shared one."

" I see what you're doing, Chris. You're afraid that I'll smoke you. I have five brothers and I've been driving since I was 10."

Before he could say anything, you bolted down the track. Giving Chris little to no time to react as he jetting down the track behind you.

Next was the Rollercoaster.

Chris couldn't fathom a little thing like you to be going on a ride so monstrous and fast.

Once you were buckled down in the seat, smiling like a little kid you noticed Chris a little worried.

" Please don't punk out on me Chris. You've been on a thousand of these haven't you?"

" uh-"

You turned forward, and giggled at how Chris was rethinking the whole thing.

" Listen, maybe we should- AHHHHH."

The ride came with no warning and no time to think as it sped against the track. You hair was blowing in the wind.

" WOOOAAAHHH!!! CHRIS THIS IS SOOO FUUNNN." You shouted in excitement.

" AAAHHHHHHHH." Chris shouted in utter freight.

" See! That wasn't so bad." You laughed, watching Chris throw up in a trashcan.

Basketball. Was one of Chris's favorite sports and he was good at it. But his smile turned into a small frown as you pulled up right beside him towards the rim.

You knew he was feeling a bit down that you were besting him in every activity. But it definitely couldn't be basketball.

" Let me guess, your brothers taught how to play basketball?" He asked, holding one in his hands.

" Hell, no. I don't like basketball."

" Well, let little man behind you play. I bet he can play." Chris said, pointing to a little boy with a fade.

" Now Chris. Aren't we on a date?" You teased, grabbing a basketball.

The only thing that was keeping him from running off on you was because he liked you, and would hate to feel like a sore looser.

After a ten second countdown, balls were flying in hoops.

Chris felt as though he was finally beating you at something, only to look over and you had a score of 120 to his 50 points.

He thought you would give up, your arms would get tired and he'll be able to finish it off but you weren't going.

The buzzer sounded and you bounced up and down, your breast almost hitting your chin mesmerizing Chris for a bit to make him not so frustrated.

" Look! I got it. What's your score Chris."

You looked over and frowned.

" Oh, um- do you wanna get some food?"

" Yeah, let's do that." He gritted his teeth, making you laugh because it looked so cute.

" What you trying to outeat me too?"

Your face was stuffed with a hotdog, you had bacon cheese fries and a funnel cake. Whereas Chris only had a burger.

" I'm hungry, and it'll give me time to get to know you better."

" I know your little ass like to show me up." Chris giggled, biting into his burger.

" Actually, no! I just like having fun." You shrugged.

" What do you do for a living?"

" I work behind a desk. It's ok to sit and work but I'm thinking about another career."

" Something fun?"

" No, I want people to take me more seriously. I want to do my own thing."

" Like free lancing?"

" Of course, or go into law or forensics."

Chris saw the vision. He felt like you would be good in those fields. But he didn't like how you made him a laughing stalk to a little boy.

" Chris you don't have to be upset with me enjoying myself."

" Who said I was upset?"

You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms.

" Ok, ok. Maybe a little. But you just have so much experience. You act fearless."

" I am fearless. I use to be terrified of Rollercoasters, I just know how to shoot a the ball not dripple or do cross overs with it, and those go karts were my first time. I guess I was just lucky. You were too busy figuring me out that you didn't worry about yourself."

Chris got it.

He didn't want to make you feel like just because you were a girl that you shouldn't be better than him in some things.

" But I understand though Chris. You're just like alot of other men that wants us women to be in the kitchen and no nothing."

" That's where we are going with this?" He smiled.

" Or I could be assuming."

" Naw, you right on one thing. I just wanted to be able to teach you so we can have more of a bonding time."

" Who said we aren't bonding?"

You got up, placing yourself in his lap. He wrapped his arm around you, placing his hand on the middle of your thigh to secure you on his legs.

" I like you, you're really fun to be around. Don't make my experience mess up what we got going on." You said, kissing the top of his head.

" You done with your food, are you ready to go?" His eyes fell into a lustful state.

" You're trying to get rid of me already?" You picked a crumb off the corner of his lip.

" It's whatever you want."

You twisted your lips as though you were thinking.

" Hm, I can go home but you won't be trying to lay me down."

" Fair enough, I'll just give myself a happy ending off those photos you sent me."

" You're a nasty muthafucka." You cackled, your head thrown back.

" Can we come back, so I can beat your ass in basketball again?"

" Get off me." Chris tried gently pushing you off his lap, but you refrained and laughed.