He saved my life... Well kind of ?

He saved my life... Well kind of ? 31

To start off, I'd like to say thank you guys SO much for all those votes. Please keep em coming. PLEASE. New fans, ahh you are amazing. I love you. :)

To those who voted my story this one for you and my bestfrand, PRATTASARUS. Visit her profile and read her story. She's legit.

THIS WAS 5 PAGES ON MY WORD. THIS IS THE LONGEST POST I'VE EVER WRITTEN. Sorry I didn't get the chance to post yesterday, and plus it would've of been shorter.

The video I put is Justin Bieber yeah yeah yeah, hate all ya want. But I love him -ish :$. Even though you hate em or what not, you gotta admit, this video is very sad and you can like feel their emotion. And no matter what condition they are in, they have smiles drawn onto their faces. That is unbelievable.

*Song has nothing to do with post, watch if ya want*

I'll talk more at the bottom, thank you guys.

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“So did you give me a discount?” I asked, while taking a bite of my burger a bit of mayonnaise or chicken sauce was on the corner of my mouth.

“Yeah by like a cent.” Zane laughed and gave me a wide grin.

“You little as-” I was about to say ass, but then Zane reached over the booth Zane’s hand covered my mouth. Gross! Who knew what kind of germs can be find on his hand. Yuck.

He kept his big hefty hand covering my whole mouth, “Shush! There are children here!” A playful smirk was crossing his face. I narrowed my eyes at him and then did what I did last time when Zane tried shoving a sandwich down my throat. I bit him, sinking my pearly whites to his hand. This is no way a vampire type thing.

Zane yelped in pain, and shot me a dirty/ ‘I’m gonna effin’ kill you’ look. Who knew they could be combined? It was finally my turn to smirk. “What the hell Trinity!?” Zane said annoyed yet angered in a way.

“Ah, ah ah, there’s children here, no need for that language Mister!” I tsked him my smirk growing.

This was too amusing.

I got up from the booth and picked up the green tray covered in garbage, wrappers and excess salt from the fries. Yuck, the salt on the fries are pretty tasty but too much, that’s a big no-no in my book.

“Oh you!” He said fiercely. I couldn’t help but laugh at him. It was fun teasing people.

Another smirk crossed my face, but then it got it covered by a mischievous smile crossing my dry lips.

For some reason I felt this sudden urge to shove the little remainder I had of ketchup in his face. I enjoy the sudden loving of pranking people. My sudden urge then became reality as I drew my hand up, the mini white bucket filled with excess ketchup I didn’t get the chance to use.

I shoved the ketchup into his nose, the ketchup collided with his nose with a splat. Splashes and bits of ketchup flew everywhere on his face.

Zane’s reaction made me burst out with tiny fits of laughter in which I clutched my stomach and stumbled backwards. I tried to find way to breathe but no luck this laughter fit took over me like a disease. His mouth was yanked open, eyes wide, a deer in headlights type of look.

“You are going to pay!” Zane spoke low through his gritted teeth. I have no clue if this was supposed to come off as scary and intimidating, but what it did to me laugh even more. I don’t know if it’s just me, but how the hell can you take someone seriously if they ketchup covering their nose, and dripping ketchup every few seconds.