The Thing That Happened

Chapter Seven

"I kind of want to ride a bike," I say as we make our way to the middle of the toy aisle. There were so many toys and the fact I had a hula-hoop made me wonder what he had planned.

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down. You're way ahead of the game. Stop focusing on the future and past, and focus on right now. Do you know how to hula-hoop?"

"Of course I do. I just suck at doing it."

"Same," he says, grinning.

"Then why are we doing it?"

"Why not?" He shrugs, grabing a hula-hoop.

"Now what?"

"Now we hula, with a hoop."

"It's almost like you've went on late night Wal-Mart adventures in the past."

"Me? Never. I just know how to have some sort of fun," he teases me.

"You're telling me you came up with a plan of things to do in a split second?"

"Yes, I am excellent at the making of plans."

"Suuuuuure you aaaaare." I roll my eyes and put the hoop around my waist.

"How dare you not believe the great and mighty Torrance Sexy-Man."

"You're so full of yourself."

"I would hope I would be full of myself. I wouldn't want to be full of someone else."

"Pregnancy is supposed to be the best nine months of your life."

"How would you know?"

"Because I pay attention in health class."

"Shut up and grab a bike."

"But we never hula-hooped."

"We will. Grab. A. Bike."

"Are we going to hula-hoop while riding bikes?"

"You spoil all the fun..." he pouts.

"How does one hula-hoop and bike?"

"Get. A. Damn. Bike. Adelaine."

"I think that might be one of the first times I've heard you say a curse word."

"Really? I curse like a sailor."

"Clearly you don't. I haven't even heard you say the 'f' word."

"Fantastic? Fierce? Frenchfries? Fabulous? Famous? Fashionable? Flawless?"

"No. The bad 'f' word."

"Fudge?"

"You don't like fudge?" I nearly exclaimed.

"No, I don't like fudge," he says no longer smiling. I almost laugh as he looks at the ground sheepishly.

"How could you not?"

"It has too rich of a taste."

"You're too rich of a taste."

"So you've tasted me, have you?"

"No, but I can tell just by looking at you."

"Do you think about tasting me often?" He grins.

"Never." I gag, looking away from him. I hear him laugh.

"Go get a bike."

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I went and found the bikes. Then, I grabbed a bike that's mostly silver and has indigo designs on it. I tested it for a second and I could fit on it without struggling. He only told me to get a bike and he didn't say if it was for him or not. So I just picked one out for me.