We’re riding around on Hunter’s motorcycle trying to decide what we’re going to do.
“Ooooh I know, There’s a carnival in town and I really want to go but Chris is afraid of rollercoasters. I told her we could play the games but she still said no,” I suggest.
“That sounds fun. I love rollercoasters,” he says.
We headed to the carnival and it was the best decision I could have made. We ate so much good food, my favorite was the funnel cake, I ate three before Hunter cut me off.
“No,” he says.
“Please just one more,” I ask.
“No, if you eat anymore you’re going to throw up before we get on any of the rides. I was promised rollercoasters and you’re going with me. Let’s go play some games while you digest,” he says.
“Fine, but you better win me a big prize,” I pout.
“Put the pout away
