Fangs, a vampire love story

Take-out

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Chapter 21

Take-out

A SpongeBob marathon was on today, and it was on all day. When it was 1:00 pm, my favorite episode came on, the one where Patrick becomes a woman. I was laughing my ass off, when I felt Tyler put his cold arm around my waist.

I shivered and through his arm off. He looked at me confused and asked, “What’s wrong?” I muttered, “Your arm is freezing cold!” He chuckled and asked, “What do you want for lunch?” I mumbled, my mouth overflowing with popcorn, “Take-out.”

He replied, “Babe, you eat a lot of take-out.” I mumbled, “That’s what I do!” He laughed and grabbed the phone, “Which restaurant?” I mumbled, “Chucky Cheese.” He snickered and reminded me, “Chucky Cheese is a kid’s play house, not a restaurant!”

I turned to him and told him, “No, legit, there is a new restaurant that opened like a week ago. It’s called Chucky Cheese.” He asked, “Well then what’s the number?” I knew there number off the top of my head!

I told him the number.  He dialed the number and I heard him say, “Yes, hi, can we have take-out?” I heard the voice on the other end mumble something, and Tyler asked me, “What do you want?”

I smiled and replied, “Some chicken wings with the stickiest sauce they have, so I can stick some on my face for later, and some beef soup, and some greasy pop.” Tyler looked disgusted.

I slapped his thigh, and he retorted, “Greasy pop? Chicken wings that you can stick on your face?! What the fuck!” I laughed and grabbed the phone. I answered, “Yeah hi sorry, okay so what we would like to order is a box of chicken wings, with the stickiest sauce you have, some beef soup, extra oil, and some greasy pop.”

The man on the other end asked, “Greasy pop?” I mumbled, “Yeah, take some grease off your fryer and add it into the orange pop… it couldn’t get any simpler than that.” I looked over at Tyler, and he was pretending to barf.

I couldn’t help myself but laugh. The man on the other end sounded pissed off, and he asked, “Anything else?” I mumbled, “One second.” I asked Tyler, “What do you want?” He mumbled, “Nothing.” I nodded as in ‘oh yeah,’ and put the phone back to my ear.

I replied, “That’s all.” The guy asked, “So just chicken wings with stickiest sauce, greasy pop, and beef soup with extra oil?” I exclaimed, “You got it!”

He told me, “Okay, that will be $25, including tax.” I bit my lip, and popped, “Yep!” He said a quick bye, and hung up. Tyler asked, “How much?” I replied, “$25 including tax.” He smiled and took out his wallet.

He opened up to the pocket where the bills are kept, and I took a look inside. I saw a wad of cash stuffed into there. My eyes widened, and I exclaimed, “Holy fuck man! Where did you get all those bills?”

He looked up and mumbled, “The hospital.” My mouth dropped. “Wow!” I screamed. I added, “I should really get a job there!” He mumbled, trying to find a $5 bill, “You should.” I grinned, and turned myself to the TV.

I started watching again, filling my mouth with buttery, salty popcorn. I mumbled, “Ever since I was a girl, I wanted a tall, white Arabian. I might get one though… when I’m older. I might buy a couple of horses and do riding lessons.”

Tyler was grinning at me, and asked, “Are you going to get married?” I looked up at him, and moved closer to him. I sat on his lap, his arm around my waist. I told him in a seductive tone, “I don’t know… maybe.” I winked.