Fire Angel, Ice Demon

Chapter 19

"No, this is too fast!" I screamed as the wind blew uncomfortably into my face.

"HELL YEAH!" Ashley shouted, obviously enjoying the roller-coaster ride a lot more than I am.

"Ashley, I think I'm going to throw up." I said quieter. I felt like if I spoke louder, I'd puke.

"Just hold it in, the ride's nearly over! WHEEE!!!" He yelled as the roller-coaster went down a steep bump for the last time.

When we stopped, I sprinted out the roller-coaster to the nearest bin. I then puked my guts out.

After a few seconds, I stopped spewing and wiped my mouth on my sleeve. That's going to be lovely to wash...

"Whoa there! Not someone who likes rides, I see."

I looked up and saw Ashley offering a bottle of water to me.

I grabbed it and took a gulp of it, washed it around in my mouth, then spitted it out into the bin.

"Charming." I heard Ashley mutter.

"Thanks." I said.

"No worries. At least you don't have vomit breath." Ashley said, pulling a face.

"Eww gross." I laughed.

"Oh look, a candy shop!" Ashley suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the said shop.

I looked past all of the people at the fair and saw, you guessed right, a candy shop.

I chuckled at his childish nature. "Well, what are we doing standing around here?"

He grinned. "Let's go, baby!"

I giggled. This man is not a man, he's a child... with an inappropriate mind.

He put an arm around me. "I dare you to set that bag of cotton candy on fire." He pointed to the bag of artificial goodness.

I walked at a slower pace. "Hmm... How about this- I'll set every bag of cotton candy that's hanging on display in that van on fire if you manage to get the numbers of five girls in the next ten minutes, and if you take me to that candy shop later."

He grinned. "Deal."

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Ashley managed to score not five, but ten ladies' digits in a matter of ten minutes. That's one lady every minute.

"What the actual fuck?!" I exclaimed when he returned with numbers scribbled on his arms. "Did you force them or something?"

He beamed with triumph. "No, just the fact that the chicky babes can't resist this." He pointed to himself.

I raised an eyebrow and pointed to myself. "What about this 'chicky babe'?"

"Well, you're different. More... scary... Please don't blow me up in flames or get a dead person to chomp on my arm for saying that."

I smirked. "Hmm... I'll think about it. I'll forgive you if you take me to that candy store."

"What about setting the bags of cotton candy on fire so we can cause mass destruction?" He pouted.

"How about we go back to the idea of blowing you up in flames?" I glared at him. My stomach is calling out to me, poor thing.
It desperately needs candy.
And blood.
I wonder if they sell blood candy?

"Fine, let's go." He petulantly crossed his arms and frowned.

We entered the store and the smell of yummy artificial crap smacked us in the face.