"Yeah," Tyler answered, smiling happily. "Isn't this awesome? I love Chuck E. Cheese's." He said, grasping my hand lightly and pulling me toward the small arcade.
I walked slowly behind him, looking at the arcade that I have never seen before. Tyler noticed my pace and looked at me over his shoulder. "Why so slow Ammers?"
I looked at him in confusion. What's with the nicknames? "Ammers?" I asked smiling slightly.
"Yup," he popped. "Isn't it cute?"
I scrunched my nose playfully. "That's so...first grade."
"Well, how about we go back to RA? I liked that better."
I shrugged. "As long it's not embarrassing." He nodded before he repeated his question from earlier. "Why so slow RA?"
I slipped my hand out of his and cupped my elbow, and looked down at the black road, shrugging.
He took my hand again. "Doesn't matter," he smiled, pulling me forward. "Let's go!" I bit my lip as I trailed behind him.
With a big smile plastered on his face, Tyler walked in and jumped right in front of the bored teenager at the rope. The teen jumped and looked at Tyler like he was insane; probably thinking how someone adult like Tyler had the energy to be so...giddy.
Sighing, the boy took out the stamp and Tyler held his hand out to be stamped. After I had got my stamp, I looked down at it in confusion. What was it for?
"Reentry," Tyler said and I snapped my head up at him. "What?" I said.
"It's for reentry, kind of like what they do at the movies?" I nodded and threw him a fake smiled, pretending to understand what he said.
"Let's go get some tickets." He said as a ten dollar bill appeared in his hand.
He went up to a machine and the put the bill into the slot, and then pressed value pack.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Value pack gets us forty tokens and ten extra for free." He explained.
After we got the tokens, we split it 25/25. "Alright, what do you want to play?" He asked looking around the place.
I shrugged. "I don't know."
"You've never been here before, have you?"
I bit my lip and nodded.
He sighed. "Kind of figured that out when we walked it."
I shrugged again. "I've never been here. My parents never had the time."
"Well, I'm gonna teach you. Come on!" He took my hand again and pulled me to a random game. He shoved me in front of the game. "Play." He ordered and I looked at the sign above the game.
"Whack-a-Mole?" I said raising my eyebrow.
"Yup, everyone knows how to play. The instructions are in the name."
Shrugged, I slipped in two tokens and got a good grasp of the hammer. Concentrating on the holes, I waited for a mole to pop out.
When the first popped out, I slammed down the hammer and caught it. "Whoo, great job RA!" Tyler rooted from behind me.
I smiled and hit another that popped out. I continued till the game was over. I had hit 8 out of 10 moles and got at least over ten tickets. "Damn, RA." Tyler said, surprised. "Are you sure you've never been here before? I got only two moles out of ten when I first played."
I shrugged, counting the tickets. "Beginners luck?"
"Whatever, let's play some basketball. The rows are empty." He offered and I followed behind, shoving the tickets into the cup that came with the tokens.
YOU ARE READING
The Only Exception
Teen Fiction(Previously known as "Sparks Fly") • Currently being rewritten • Amy Lewis doesn't believe in love after what her father did to her mother. She's convinced all men are disgusting pigs. She's sworn off all men, claiming that they are only after one...