Nice Shot (John Luke Robertson Book 2)

Chapter 13

John Luke covers my mouth to stop the screams. What would you do if a giant face with black eyelids and a red mouth and red nose and curly red hair appeared in front of you and asked if you wanted to play?

"Kaysie, stop. It's okay. He's asking you to play basketball," John Luke says over my muffled screams. I halt the loud noise and look to my left to see a mini basketball carnival game that the clown is standing next to.

"Oh," I breathe. "No, thanks." I begin walking away, my cheeks red. JL jogs to catch up.

"You're scared of clowns?"

"No. Well, not really. Well, sort of. Well... oh I don't know! They're not my favorite," I say, eyeing the ice cream stand. "They're just creepy and weird. I'm not scared, I just don't really like them."

"You should've told me."

"It's nothing I can't handle."

"Is that why I had to cover your mouth to stop your screaming?" JL grins, standing in front of me. I can't see the ice cream anymore... Aw.

"Oh, hush. I would've regained my cool," I state, pushing past my boyfriend.

"Sure."

"I'm not talking to you," I say, quickening my pace.

"You just did."

"Well, not anymore. Starting now."

"You can't not talk to me."

"Yes I can!" I snap, turning to look at him. He folds his arms across his chest. Oh I just talked to him. I scrunch my nose. "Meanie!" I stomp away. I don't get far before teeth attack my neck and arms wrap around my waist from behind.

"I'm not mean," JL says into my neck, lifting my feet from the ground. He spins me around as I squeal.

"Put me down," I giggle as my feet touch the ground again. I turn to face my boyfriend again. My grin matches his. "I love you, Ya big meanie."

"I love you, too, sweetheart," he teases, kissing me hard. I wrap my hands around his biceps and step on my toes to try and match his height. Well, I'm closer now. He pushes against my lips with his during the kiss. I smile and laugh, making his lips kiss my teeth. I pull away when he gets sloppy. Wiping my mouth, I elbow his stomach gently. "You slobbered on me!" I joke.

"You love it," he grabs my waist from the side this time. I turn and wrap my arms around his neck. "Want a ride?" My eyes widen. Is that a sexual term? He laughs, seeing my face. "A piggy back ride."

"Oh," my cheeks redden. I nod and watch him laugh as he bends his knees a bit. I hop on his back and wrap my limbs around him. He grabs my thighs through the jeans I have on.

"Where to?"

"Ice cream!" I exclaim. I never want to grow up.