we walked down the street hand in hand. his skin felt smooth and warm against my own, he glanced at me every once in a while as we made our way to wherever he was taking me.
"where are we?" i pouted and looked over at him with a frown playing on my lips. he laughed and shook his head before motioning for me to keep on moving. "i'll kill us both if you don't tell me!" i warned and stopped in the middle of the path.
"have fun with that, madison." he exclaimed and pulled me along.
"my feet hurt." i groaned and closed my eyes as i heard him laugh at me for the billionth time in the last five minutes.
"do you want me to carry you?" he questioned and i nodded as he slipped his hand under my thighs and another around my hips so he could lift me up.
i wrapped my arms around clay's neck and closed my eyes as i felt his arms holding onto me. i felt good and this familiar feeling overcame me. "are you sure we've never met?" i mumbled and he shrugged.
"i don't think so." he replied as he carried me along with a grin on his lips. "i feel so...natural around you." i whispered.
"well...my favourite colour is red." he said with a smirk as he stopped. "you're an idiot." i rolled my eyes and he set me down before covering my eyes.
"do i smell food? is this a fair? a street food festival? oh my god, are we at the international crestmont street food festival?!" i exclaimed and ripped his large hands from my eyes. "how did you do that?" he mumbled as i tugged him towards the indian section.
"calm down, babe...we're getting food everywhere." he groaned and i froze. "did you just call me babe?" i smiled widely as his cheeks turned red.
"you cutie." i leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips. he grinned as i pulled back and started to lead him in the direction of the best truck.
"we are totally getting chicken curry and you have no choice." i exclaimed as i asked for a small bowl of curry. clay took out his wallet at the same time as i managed to dig out twenty dollars from my pocket but the man took the money from his hand.
i raised my eyebrows as he flashed me a smile and clay winked at me. i slapped his arm and took the plastic bowl into my own hands and walked towards the mexican part.
his long arm wrapped around my waist and he gripped my bare hip where my shirt didn't reach. i shivered and leaned my body deeper into his chest.
"take out all your money." i muttered as i stopped at a plastic table and emptied my pockets. he raised an eyebrow but emptied his wallet next to my own money. i counted it and handed him sixty dollars. "you get europe and america. i get asia and australia. we meet back in ten minutes with as much as we can buy. go!" i grabbed my money and ran away from him towards the australian section.
he stood there laughing for a while before starting to buy things.
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"i got kangaroo pie, spring rolls, tangerine chicken teriyaki, dumplings, fried sesame balls, pavlova, peach melba, daifuku, castella and mochi ice cream." i explained as i set my tray on the table.
"i got pizza, lasagna, fish and chips, sardines, corn dogs, hamburger, curly fries, french toast, blt bagels, cheesecake and macaroons." he let out a sigh of relief and set the food down as well.
"ready?" i asked as i giggled and picked up a curly fry. he nodded and picked up a dumpling.
we ate and laughed for a while, i threw sesame balls at him and he pressed kisses on my cheek every time i ate something. he fiddled with strands of my hair and lifted a red macaroon up to my lips. i bit down on it and grinned as i licked my lips.
"loser." he scoffed and leaned over and pressed our lips together gently.
