Shredded :Saga: [ON HOLD]

Chapter 4

I smiled as I took out my favorite snacks, pudding cookies as I like to call them, from my knapsack. Of course, I didn't miss the look Rosie gave me. "What?" I asked her, eyebrows raised.

She looked at the cookie for a while and then turned to look at me once again, "I just put two of my favorite treats together," I shrugged, "And no, you can't have one."

As I went to bring the cookie to my mouth, a hand snapped in front of me and took it. I looked up in outrage and saw Cora standing there, cookie in hand. She separated it, smirking.

"This is for the napkin dispenser to my back," she declared, throwing the pudding covered half of the cookie at me. I dodged, but she quickly threw the next one, it smashes against my cheek before quickly falling to the ground.

"Pudding face!" Rosie and Cora exclaimed at the same time.

All of them started laughing, cracking up as they stared at me. I grumbled, rolling my eyes. Rosie walked forward, "Here, let me help you clean that," she told me. I watched her as she lent forward, and she slowly licked the pudding off my cheek, I chuckled.

"There, all better," she declared with a smile.

I smiled and sneakily grabbed one of the cookies, throwing it at Cora, smiling widely. It hit her in the face and Matt was quick to take her in his arms and do the same thing Rosie did to me to her. When he finished licking the pudding off Cora's face, he captured her lips with his.

"Herb, look at the sweet younglings sharing love! How precious! Those were the good days, weren't they?"

The elder couple walked on by, reminiscing over their younger days as a couple. I watched them walk away with a small smile on my face. Rosie and I took a seat at the bench while Matt and Cora made out in the middle of the sidewalk.

Rosie and I cracked up when a couple of younger kids came by, wolf whistling and making sexual comments about the situation, they seemed to be about twelve or thirteen. We laughed harder when Matt and Cora both flipped them off.

I was shocked when a little boy, who couldn't be older than five came and seated himself between Rosie and I. "Are they swapping spitballs?" He asked.

I laughed, shaking my head, "No, they're kissing," I replied.

"Ew! You can get cooties like that!" He exclaimed in his childish tone.

"Cooties aren't real," Rosie replied.

"Yes they are!" He yelled. "Tell them to stop or they're going to get in trouble with my mommy!"

"We can't," I told him.

"Mommy!"

The woman showed up instantly, staring at all of them with wide eyes. I counted off in my head how long it would take for her to start yelling, I was two second off.

"You should be ashamed of yourselves! Stop acting like sex raving teenagers!" She yelled. "Michael! I've told you not to talk to strangers!"

She took his hand and pulled him away scolding him while she pulled him off to wherever they were going.

"Alright guys, come on!" I exclaimed, pushing at them. "We can't stay here all day and watch you two make out! We gotta go!"