Twisted Vacation

Chapter Fourteen: Ketchup War

Picture of Grace to the side or up or something...:)

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We've been driving for an hour now and since we're in the middle of the state to start out with, I'd guess we're going to the beach.

My stomach grumbles and I complain for the umpteenth time.

"Chaaaaaassssse. I'm hungrrrrryyy. I want fooooood noooow."

"I've already told you Mals, we're going to be there soon. Then you can pig out all you want."

I sigh, and lean my head back against the seat. I open my mouth again to complain but Chase swerves to the side of the road and slams on the brakes.

He turns to look at me and says, "If you complain one more time, I will turn this car around and you will spend the day looking for a new bed all by yourself while I stay home in mine and sleep."

I instantly shut up and he pulls back onto the road and continues to drive for another half hour or so.

We finally get off the highway and drive a few miles down a small back road. When we start getting closer to a town I'm not too surprised to see the ocean in the background.

"WE'RE FINALLY HERE!" I yell and Chase smiles.

"Yes. Now sit back for just another minute while I find you a place to eat."

I do as told and don't move or say anything until Chase pulls up to a small diner type of restaurant.

I unbuckle myself and jump out of the car. Running around to Chase's side, I open his door and unbuckle him, not without a sexual comment of course.

"Woah, if you're gonna have your hands down there be more careful next time," he says, removing my hands from his hips, not crotch.

"Shut up," I say, surprisingly confident, and walk towards the doors to the diner.

After locking the car, Chase follows close behind me and we sit down at a booth together.

We look at the menus for a few minutes and a waitress that looks to be about our age, maybe a little older, walks up and asks for what we want to drink. Of course, not without attempting to flirt with Chase.

While she twirls her hair around one finger and asks for his number, despite my death glare, Chase interrupts her by saying, "I'm sorry, how old did you say you were? I saw some kids messing around and thought they might be yours'."

She turns around to see some teenagers having a ketchup war by squirting the condiment of out many bottles at each other. It's then that I realize it's Sammy and Braxton!

"Oh my god! They hooked up?!" I ask, turning to look back at Chase. He's sitting their grinning at the waitress, who was now rushing over to get them to stop.

He turns his attention back to me and says, "Yeah. He texted me last night to see if we could do some type of 'double date' thing today so I told him to meet us at the beach in an hour. I guess they got hungry too and now look where they ended up."

I turn back around and see them getting kicked out by an angry looking chef guy. As they leave they Braxton turns and points to us too and the ticked off cook comes and says, "Do either of you know them?!"

Chase begins to say, "Yes but-"

"You're outta here too then! Out! Now!" he says, grabbing both of our arms and dragging us out of the booth and towards the door.

"Wait! I forgot my phone!" I yell and turn around to grab it.

He lets go of Chase and goes after me, grabbing me by my waist.

Holy creeper!

I start screaming at the top of my lungs and Chase yells, "Let go of her!" and his fist connects with his jaw.

I'm released from his grip and start to fall but Chase catches me.

'I've got you, Mals. Just grab your stuff," he says softly to me and gently pushes me towards my stuff.

I run to the booth to grab my stuff, then turn around and see Chase holding the door open. We both run outside and hop into the car, speeding out of the parking lot.

We get back onto the town's street running to the ocean and Chase pulls into a different restaurant parking lot.

Once he puts the car in park we both do different things.

I start laughing my head off and he looks over my body to check if I got hurt by the creep at all.

"Why are you laughing? He was a psychopath for grabbing you like that!" he asks with wide eyes, his voice sounding concerned.

"Because! You can't admit that wasn't atleast a little funny!"

He starts to laugh a little too until his phone buzzes and he sees Braxton is calling him.

Putting his phone on speaker, he yells, "What the hell Braxton?! You got us kicked out of a restaurant! That chef guy touched Mallory! Like touched her! Where are you at?! I swear I'm going to kill you!"

I hear laughter coming from the other side of the phone and then hear Braxton's voice saying, "Dude, that was hilarious! I can't believe he actually did that!"

"Shut up or I'll have you hospitalized," Chase growls.

I finally decide to bud in and say, "Is Sammy still there with you?"

"Yes, I am," she replies proudly and I start to wonder how long these two have been talking for her to sound this confident around a new guy.

"Okay. Where are you guys at?"

"The beach. We didn't want to wait any longer," Braxton says for her.

Chase turns to look at me and says, "Can we get you food there?"

I nod my head and he says into the phone, "We'll be there in ten," and hangs up.

He turns in his seat and looks at me to say, "You sure you're okay? I don't need to take that guy to court for anything?"

I let out a small laugh and say, "Trust me, if he did anything you'd be the first to know."

He smiles back and turns the car on, pulling out of the parking lot and driving towards the beach.

We find a parking spot not too far away and before getting out Chase looks at me.

"You ready to have a great time?" he asks, sending me one of his heart-stopping smiles.

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Author's Note:

I was going to post this last night but I was really tired, sorry!

Sorry this is kinda a filler too, the next one should be more eventful and stuff. If anyone has ideas of who to cast for Zach or Braxton, please comment/message me!

Lemme know what you think of this chapter, and as usually comment and vote pleeaaaassseee.

Until next time, love you guyzzzzz

Bye :)