Bite The Needle

Part 12: Corndogs

"Woah woah woah," Tyson pulled back. "What?" Ella asked highly annoyed by the lack of action.

"Stop please," Tyson said firmly.  "Why...ugh why I like you I really do, come on please Ty-" "Ella I love you in this totally platonic weird far fetched crazy way, but I just don't." "You don't have to love me Mr. Bowbanks, love is overrated, it's just Sex," Ella said groggily, the weed starting to phase out of her system. "
"I'M GAY," Tyson blurted out. "Of course you are. Fuck!" Ella stomped, "All the hot guys are gay,always always always." "Hold up," Tyson said, "So what you're saying is.... I'm hot."  Ella rolled her eyes obnoxiously, "You're an idiot."  "A hot idiot," Tyson remarked leaving a small smirk on his face. "Hey you just called yourself an idiot!!"  Ella's face lit up with glee. Tyson shrugged off the remark and straightened up his shirt collar. "Ella," he said. "Yes," Ella said still laughing, her feet dangling off the end of the seat.
"I'm just kidding," he said grabbing her opposite hip.

Ella smirked and straightened up on top of his lap with raw embarrassment shaking her hands. "Um," she bit her lip —"what?,"Tyson interceded.
"I've never um, it's just that I found my father utterly disgusting and so I went for girls and I've never um..." Ella trailed off and slid back into her own seat,nervously twirling her hair.
"Wait, you get a man all riled up and you're telling me you've never," Tyson paused, "had a corndog."
Ella burst out laughing, "corn dogs are gross artificial hot dog meat in greasy batter." Tyson laughed and ran his fingers through his brown hair laughing hysterically.
"Honey I promise there's nothing artificial about this corn dog." Ella shook her head "I'm sorry I can't do this, if you're gonna compare it do deep fried ground up pig snouts in cornbread," Ella said facing her palms out.
"What you want me to call it then," Tyson chuckled and wiped his slender fingers across his brow,"I mean we can call it a Popsicle," Tyson suggested incredulously. "A Popsicle," Ella laughed mockingly. "Not just any Popsicle, I mean I'm a tropical foreign totally decadent Popsicle," Tyson stares at Ella rubbing his hands over his biceps."I do like Popsicles," Ella said. Tyson smiled with glee as he opened his door. Ella followed his silhouette  around the car  in confusion until he opened her door for her. "Where are we going?" Ella asked in an interrogative tone. "To fix this." Ella gave him a questionable look and took his hand following his footsteps meticulously, making sure not to get left behind.
Truth be told, Tyson was her scarlet. Every silly childish moment they shared made her feel as light as petal on the wind. Like she had no past life, no long lost deep rooted scars, like she was the teenager she had never gotten to be. He made her feel like she was living the teenage dream. And it was at these brief illustrious thoughts, she stumbled and stopped in the middle of the grass, and asked, "I'm falling in love," she mumbled. "What did you say," Tyson asked, he who had only only caught the last words of the phrase. "Nothing," Ella said clearly. Tyson shrugged as he swooped Ella up and sat her on a hay stack. "Wait," Ella paused, "who's barn are we in?" "I don't know," Tyson shrugged. "We can't just have sex in a barn," Ella crossed her arms. "Why not," Tyson asked tauntingly, smoothly unzipping her dress. "Mm I don't know," Ella said losing her thought and falling into his kiss. "Don't you wanna play old Macdonald," his hot breath echoed against her ear. "Sure," she whispered.