Twisted

Chapter Fifteen | Carnival Romance

Josh's POV
Carnival Romance
*Edited*

"So now that we got in, what ride do you want to go on?" Callum asked, sticking his hand in his pockets.

I looked around, "I don't know, it's so busy and crowded and I feel sticky from the heat, ugh gross."

Callum nodded his head, "It's affirmative, you're a girl in disguise." He said, grinning to himself.

"Hey! How many times do I have to tell you there's no problem with that? I was going to give you credit for your genius idea of getting us in here but now I don't know."

"Oh come on! I deserve the praise." He said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Maybe. But you certainly don't have any respect for the person who's going to give it to you." I grumbled, turning away.

He sighed, "Sometimes I wonder how the hell my best friend is such a god damn child." He shook his head, "But that's okay. I've been told I'm very good with children." He paused before slowly grinning, "Wanna get a churro?"

I rolled my eyes, "And somehow I'm the child." I said sarcastically. "You know, there was a time when I was taller than you and stronger than you."

Callum stopped. "Wait, for real?" His eyes wide as if I had told him I put dog shit in his pillow and that's what he used for hair gel.

"Uh-Huh. Remember when we were like 6 I was taller than you. My mom probably still has pictures of it."

Callum scoffed, "Well... you were 6 and I was 6, who Really pays attention at 6?" He waved his hands around and spoke in an 'I'm-extremely-insulted-but-I'm-going-to-try-not-to-show-it' kinda voice.

I sent him a glance. Looking at him now, it was no shocker that I was taller than him back then. The taller ones always turn out shorter than the shorter ones. Does that make sense?

"Oh come on. You were a cute, little, short Callum. You had chubby little cheeks and really thick eyebrows. You looked like a gremlin when you walked and-"

Callum's face was a beat red and he sent me a challenging glare. "I will beat you up." He said.

I laughed, "So easily sensitive. Anywho, whatcha wanna do? Oh that rhymed."

"Well we are at a fair- carnival who gives a shit what it's called. I want to get a churro and I want to get a funnel cake and I want to go on a ride and feel like I'm going to vomit out my guts."

"I WaNt ThIS ANd I WaNt ThAt." I mocked, "So concerned for yourself." I shook my head jokingly.

Callum nodded his head. "Uh-Huh. And that's exactly why, when I buy them, I'm not paying for yours either." He walked ahead of me, his long strides making it difficult to catch up.

"Hey, I pay when we go out for lunch!" I whined, doing a half-sprint-half-awkward-run.

"Hold on, can we at least sit down for a second? I have to tie my shoe."

Callum sent me a mock look of annoyance, "Why don't you just get rid of your shoe laces like me?" Callum flexed his dirty, three year old shoes. He said he had an emotional attachment to the shoes, that he"d never get rid of them

But I think it's more like he couldn't afford a good pair of normal shoes, he often said that he was good with his normal shoes being shit as long as his running shoes weren't. I offered to buy him new shoes and he refused.

"Because I value my toes. Hold on let's sit-"

Callum and I took a seat on a bench, having casual talk.