He isn't human

Chapter 7: Tent pegs, hotdogs and fries.

Lauren p.o.v.

I awoke very comfy and warm. I moved more towards the source of warmth when I heard chuckling and felt the arms around me. Scared, once again, my eyes shot open and I saw Apollyon. I forgot he was with me.

"Good morning sleepy head." He said.

"You to," I said, "You are so comfy and warm." Son of a ditch, didn't mean to let that slip out.

"Um...thanks...I guess?" He sort of asked with a blush.

"So...What are we going to do now?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do?" Apollyon 'answered' me.

"We can go to the beach or maybe to the amusement park."

"To the park, it has been a long time since I have ridden a rollercoaster." He said with glee and something else in his eyes.

"Okay, then to park we go. But first I have to ask you: do you know where we are exactly?"

"Yes, I know where this dinner, I think its name was Peggy's Palace, is. I had an appointment with somebody yesterday but then there was you and I had to cancel it."

"Oh, I know the owner of Peggy's Palace. He was a childhood friend of my dad and is my godfather. I haven't been to that place for ages. They have really amazing hotdogs. And their fries... Oh they are to worship, I could write a book about them." I knew I was rambling and being crazy but once I start about food, especially food I love, I can't be stopped. That's how much I love to eat.

"Then we will eat a hotdog and fries if you like them so much. And I will pay." Apollyon said to me with a laugh.

"I was rambling. Wasn't I?" I asked him, blushing a little.

"Just a little bit. But I think if we want to get there by noon we have to start now with cleaning up."

"Okay," I crawled out of the tent, " What do I have to do?"

"Maybe you could fold up this blanket while I fold up this tent somehow." He proposed.

"Yes, is good for me."

Just a minute later I had folded up the blanket, whenI heard someone cursing.

"Do you need help with the tent?"

"Maybe," he pouted, "Do you know how to fold up this freaking tent? "

"Not if you ask like that. I hate cursing." I told him.

"Would you please, pretty please, like help me with this tent. I excuse for my cursing and as repayment I will pay for your lunch."

"Yes, excuses accepted and I will hold you to that."

Within five minutes I had folded up the tent pegs and the tent."

Apollyon looked astonished.

"Where did you learn that?"

"When my mom was still alive we often used to go camping in the woods." I smiled sadly a the memories.

"Well lets go eat a hotdog!" He tried to cheer me up. I have to commit, he managed to make me a bit more happy at the thought of food.

He putt the stuff in his motorcycle and hopped on.

"Well is it for today or are you going to keep staring?"

"Yes, yes, I'm coming. No need to be so rushed." I said while swinging my left leg over the back of the motor. I sat down and he gave me his helmet. He gave me a stern look when I wanted to recline. I put the helmet on but predictably it was to big and it sank down iver my eyes.