Our laughs echoed through out the store and could even be heard over the large roar of rain.
"Ok ok ok..." I muttered, trying to stop chuckling. "So what's your rating?" I asked, gesturing to the food he had in front of him.
"Well," He started, "Although the mac and cheese tasted delicious and the corn dogs were amazing the Chinese veggie rolls had the most flavor!" I nodded my head in agreement as he continued to talk. "And although i'll always love curly fries the mozzarella sticks beat them by a long shot!"
"So overall?" I prompted.
"Overall, i'm stuffed!" He groaned and laid across the blanket covered floor with his hands rested over his stomach.
"Same."I agreed laying down next to him.
We laid there a few minutes in silence, taking in the moment and letting our full stomachs settle.
"Knock knock?" I asked.
"Do you really want to make me laugh after I just ate that much?" He asked, turning his head to look at me.
"Just do it." I replied.
He sighed and said, "Who's there?"
"Control freak."
"Con-"
"Ok now you say' control freak who?'!"
We sat there smiling for A moment when I decided to make another joke.
"Knock! Knock!"
"Who's there?"
"Hanna."
"Hanna who?"
"...Hanna partridge in a pear tree!" I sang out doing the jazz hands.
That one left him shaking his head in disapproval even though he couldn't help but smile.
"You need to work on your jokes!" He said jokingly
"Oh, do you not like knock knock jokes?" I asked, joking back.
"Just not yours!" He laughed and pointed at my reddening face as I started to chuckle along with him.
"Ok, challenge accepted. I got one for you. A husband and wife go to a restaurant. The waiter approaches the table to take their order." At this point Romar was on his side to face me as I had my head turned to look at him.
"'I'll have your biggest, juiciest steak,' says the husband.
'But sir, what about the mad cow?' asks the waiter.
'Oh,' says the husband, 'she'll order for herself.'" With the punchline said Romar bursts out laughing and I laughed along with the contagious sound.
Once the laughter died down he said, "Ok, ok, ok. That proved me wrong. Can you tell another one?"
"Sure...Hmmm.." I though for a moment. "Ok, This Is my favorite so I hope you like it." I cleared my throat and began to speak.
"So, One day 4 explorers are wandering in this jungle when they are captured by some natives. The natives them back to their tribe leader and the leader gives them an option. They could either be killed immediately or accept a challenge to complete, and if they lose the challenge they will be eaten...or whatever." Romar grimaced at that part. "So all 4 accept the challenge and the tribe leader tells them to first go out and pick 10 fruits of their choice-"
"Why don't they just run off?" Romar asked.
"Because....I don't know? They just don't I guess?" I answered shrugging.
"Ok so The first explorer comes back with 10 apples and the leader explains the challenge is to shove all 10 fruits up their butts without making a face or a sound."
"Holy cow.." Romar mutters. "Whats wrong with these people?"
"...The explorer begins the challenge and only makes it 3 apples in before grimacing. He is killed and eaten and the next explorer comes back a few minutes later with 10 bananas. The leader explains the rules again and the explorer makes it through 1 banana before failing and being killed." At this point I begin to smile largely as I'm anticipating the up coming punchline. "So the 3rd explorer comes in next with 10 small berries, is explained the rules, and begins. 1...2...5...7 berries up the hatch before he randomly starts to laugh hysterically. He is executed and meets the first 2 explorers up in heaven. They ask him ,'Why did you start laughing? You could've made it!'. He replied laughing. 'I couldn't help it! I saw the 4th guy come in with pineapples!'" I finished off the joke laughing my ass off with Romar rolling around next to me.
The laughter took some time to die down because whenever we would finally stop laughing just looking at one another would send us into another round. The laughing only stopped when a large yawn came from my mouth.
"YAAWWNNNnnn...Ok, wow. I think it's time to go to sleep." I concluded.
"Sounds good to me... YYAAaawwnn." He agreed.
"Why is yawning so contagious?" I asked.
"There's some phycology behind it, i'll explain it in the morning when i'm not so tired." He said groggily. "Did you ever hear back from your Parents?" He asked, referring to the text I sent my mom asking her to let me know when she woke up so we could talk.
"No not yet, I'll check in the morning. What about your parents?" I asked back.
"No. They will probably answer back by morning." He answered.
We both stood then climbed through the tent flap into the inside to lay down. We both snuggled into the fluffy comforter to warm up. Giving a long sigh to relax my eyes quickly fluttered shut and before I knew it I was fast asleep.
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Grahams Guide to Store Chaos
HumorWhen Grahams quick trip to the store turns into a stormy fiasco, will she be able to handle being trapped with a boy who never learned how to let loose? Can she get along with the smartest bonehead she had ever meet, or will their personalities cras...
