My one true love: Twinkie's

Kameron

Pic of Kameron

The skating ring. The awful place. A place created by Satan himself.
I took in a shake breath as I finished putting on my skates. They were the kind with the four wheels, they were like impossible to fall on right? Well knowing me I'd probably find a way.

Chase stands up on his roller blades, the death traps. How he rides them I don't know.

"Stop glaring at my skates like they killed your puppy and get up so we can go skating," he smirks at me.

I glare at him and stand up slowly, leaning on the table so I don't fall.
"Your a turd nugget. I'm only doing this for sleep," I tell him sticking out my tongue.

"Come on!" He groans.

I let go of the table, and akwardly take a step forward. I almost fall, windmilling my arms back as I roll forward slightly.

"Chase help!" I demand, my eyes wide with fear.

"You've got to be kidding me! You already suck at everything else how can you be terrible at this," he teases, but grabs my arm and slowly leads me towards the skating rink.

Just as we are about to go through the small path way that leads into the rink, I chicken out.

Desperately I go into a starfish formation so I'm blocking the way through the path way.

Laughing, Chase attempts to push through. I stand my ground, frozen. I stare at them in horror. On the other side of the rink, Gabriel and another girl I've never seen before are making out against a wall.

I look away, it's not like I'm not used to it, it still hurts every time.
"What?" Chase asks realizing something's wrong.

I suddenly got mad. Even madder than the time I was when Chase stole one of my twinkies, and trust me, both his parents had to hold me down to stop me from killing there son.

Chase sees my look and quickly backs away. "I swear it wasn't me-" he starts, but I've already skated away.

I would like to say that I suddenly got some sick skating moves and glided across the rink perfectly, but unfortunately that was not what happened. Instead I took slow awkward steps in my skates towards them.

It was slow going, but each slow step I took, reminded me that I couldn't skate, and that, as Fat Amy said so well, 'fueled my hate power'.

About ten minutes later, I stood in front of the busy couple, and cleared my throat.

They both turn toward me, looking irritated. Gabriel looked shocked, the girl just looked annoyed.

"Hey Gabe," I say sweetly, then I throw my hardest punch, smacking him so hard I hear his nose crack and see blood squirt out. "We are done."

With that I turn around, and start my awkward walk scoot back towards Chase.

He is staring at me with shock and admiration from across the rink. Seeing, my struggle, he quickly skates towards me, going a lot faster than my walk scoot. When he reaches me, he turns towards Gabe, who has been standing there with his mouth open in shock this whole time.

Chase smirks at him, then throws one of those little container things that have nachos in them. The nachos and the cheese stick to his hair and some cheese drops down his chin.

That seems to wake him up, "You-" he starts.

"You cheddar get cleaned up!" Chase yells, before grabbing my hair and skating me across the rink. ( well more like pushing me but whatever)

Chase pulls me all the way back to the little cafe area, where we sit in a booth and die of laughter
"I have no clue why I didn't do that sooner! I don't even feel sad, just relived!" I say between laughs.

"Kam, you deserve much better than a grass hole like him, you hear me?" Chase suddenly looks very serious, penetrating me with his dark eyes.

I nod, suddenly very interested in the table, not looking up to meet his eyes. After about a minute, I finally look up, unnerved to see him still staring at me with his serious face.

"Does that mean I can sleep now?"

———(a half an hour later)

"TWINKIES!" I scream at the top of my lungs, rushing inside of Chase's house with a mission.
While we where in the car back from Satan's home (oops I meant the skating rink), he in formed me that he had twinkies in his house.

"Here you go Kameron!" Julia, Chase's mom, throws me a box as soon as I run into the kitchen.

"MY BABIES!" I screech, ripping the box open, and pulling one out. Next thing you know, three more are gone. I have the fourth and fifth one shoved in my mouth, when Chase enters the room.

"HU CHAFE!" I say cheerfully, as I swallow the twinkies. I shove two more in.

His eyes widen in fear. "Mom! Why did you let her get those?!"

I swallow, and pull open the fridge door, looking for something specific.

"Twinkies make her hyper enough! Please tell me at least you hid the,"
I pull out a can of Mountain Dew, and pop open the lid, "-mountain dew !"

I throw my head back and chug the full can down. "I found the dew!"

"Oh crap," he whispers.

"I FOUND THE DEEEEWWWWW!" I laugh evilly, chugging down another can.

"Mom," he whispers fearfully, "you've created a monster."

"Ohhh Chaaa-ase," I sing smiling evilly. I run up to him and jump ontop of his back, then proceed to lay on top of his shoulders like Farkle from the one Girl Meets World episode.

"Whhhhhhyyyyy?" He moans dramatically.

"Let's go swimming!" I shout in his ear suddenly, squirming on top of his shoulders.

"Kammie, it's the middle of September, it's to cold, plus no pool will be open," ugh stupid reasonable Chase. Wait. Chase isn't reasonable.

"Imposter! Impooooooossssttterrrr! Set me down and take me to the real Chase you fake!" I scream, squirming so much, the fake Chase has to wrap his arms across my back so I won't fall.

"How the heck could I look and sound exactly like Chase if I'm not him?" He asks me, exasperated.

"Uhh.. polyjuice potion? Duuuh, do you even Harry Potter?" Obviously the fake Chase is very stupid.

He face palms. The other hand stays secure around my back that's on his shoulders. Wow that can't be comfortable to keep your arm twisted like that.

"I meant in real life Kams."

"So did I Imposter."

"I think we should have a Harry Potter movie marathon, and you can get that sleep you earned, and I can learn to 'even Harry Potter'," he gently pulls me off his shoulders and sets me on the floor, keeping a hand on my shoulder like he's scared I'll run out the door screaming 'YEET OR BE YEETED' all the way down the street. Not like that ever happened or anything...

"Yaaaaay Harry Potter and sleeeeeeep!" I turn and sprint down the stairs, Chase right behind me.