Saving Brownie

Chapter Seventeen : Kisses From The Vomit

"Are you alright?" Ian asked, his voice laced with concern and I nodded faintly. He was holding my stringy hair as I was spewing behind the bushes.

"Here." Clark offered me a bottle of water. I snatched it from him and narrowed my eyes. He should have been the one puking behind the bush, not me. I washed my face and tried to clean the vomit with water. My nose scrunched up in disgust at the gooey mess.

"Do you feel better?"

"Lighter," I replied to Ian and he handed me a towel. I wiped my face and exhaled loudly. "My mouth still tastes like vomit, ugh. Brownie, would you like to kiss me now?"

"What?" Clark asked as he looked up from his phone.

"Come here, Brownie. Kiss me sexy ass," I said playfully and took a few steps towards him. He looked horrified and Ian laughed. "Come on, delicious Brownie. Don't be shy."

"Ew, Georgia. You just . . . " he trailed off as I went after him.

"I didn't know you were capable of saying 'ew.'" I chased him around until I came across a few sweet stalls.

"If I buy you a caramel apple, would you stop chasing me?" Clark asked while he was standing a few feet away and I grinned. He cautiously walked towards the stall, his eyes not leaving mine as he bought three caramel apples and handed me one as promised. I gladly took it and licked the sticky caramel dripping from the apple.

Clark and Ian quietly were eating their caramel apples and were talking about some business stuff. Ian got to know that I knew Clark was a billionaire. I tried to ask numerous questions to Clark regarding how he became a billionaire, why was he in this town, what was his real name, who was he underneath the disguise etc, but he totally refused to reply. Now that Ian was here, I could fish out some information.

"Ian?"

"Yeah?"

"How did you both became so rich? I mean you both are what, twenty two? Shouldn't you both be in college?" I took a satisfying bite of my caramel apple.

"None of your business," Clark interjected and grimaced when I sucked noisily on my caramel covered thumb.

"I didn't ask you, Brownie. I asked Ian."

"I'm sorry George, but I can't," Ian replied apologetically and I pouted.

"I wouldn't tell anyone, I swear---"

"Ladies and Gentlemen, our annual lucky draw along with firework programme begins in another ten minutes. So gather by the pond and let's see who gets lucky." the announcement blasted through the speakers and forgetting about my prying questions, I grabbed Clark and Ian's arm.

"Come on, let's go. I got a ticket for the lucky draw and let me tell you, I wore my lucky bra today. I might have a chance!"

"Which one, that Dora bra?" Clark mocked me and I almost threw my caramel apple at him.

"f**k you, Brownie. I told you not to tell anybody." I gave a doubtful look to Ian who had a charming smile plastered on his face.

"It's cool, George. I like Dora," Ian said to make me feel better and I laughed.

"No, you don't."

"Right, but let's go. In another five minutes, the lucky draw begins," Ian said and all three of us went towards the pond.

Ian met some of his acquaintance on the way, so he went with them somewhere. Clark walked while I ran and twirled in mirth on the way towards the pond, the wind whipping my body. The fireworks began and I stood by the tree to watch it. The reflection of the fireworks on the pond made the scene somewhat mesmerising only if we completely ignored the fact that a couple were sucking each other's faces sloppily right in front of us.

Clark was not interested as he leaned on the tree and bit into the apple. I choked on my own and said, "Man, this caramel apple is huge."

"And sweet," Clark added as he scrunched his nose up in distaste. I stared at him because him doing that action made him look kind of adorable. He was quite handsome, very handsome to be specific. He wore a beanie and a plain dark blue sweater today which made him look cute.

"What?" Clark snapped as I stared at him creepily. He adjusted his glasses in an adorable way. God, what was wrong with me suddenly? What happened to my use of adjectives? I should describe him as grumpy, annoying and yet here I was . . .

"Seriously what do you want?" Clark asked and I stupidly shook my head.

"Oh, this is the moment Brownie. The romantic fireworks going on and this is when we confess our undying love for each other and kiss until---"

I was cut off by the sloppy kissing noises the couple who stood right in front of us made. I honestly thought that they would stop kissing after a while, but damn, they were so horny.

I reached for the small, toy airhorn that Ian had bought me from one of the stalls in the carnival and blew it right in front of the couple. They almost got a heart attack as I continued blowing the airhorn furiously. They were genuinely afraid when they noticed it was me, they knew I was trouble so they chose some other place for their business.

"First time you did a great job," Clark said and I bowed like I had just popped a rabbit out of my hat.

"Ladies and Gentleman, the lucky draw begins right now! Here's to see who's the lucky one in our town and will go home with exciting prizes." I heard the announcement and retrieved the ticket from my pocket.

I held my breath as he declared the winner, "So, our lucky winner is . . . number 5---"

"Oh my God, Brownie! I got five in the first digit!" I squealed and Clark's face was passive.

"---4---"

"I got that too!"

"---1---"

"Oh, nooooooooooo! Why? They should have said two, damn it!" I cursed and in a struggle to keep myself together, I accidently threw my caramel apple.

I looked behind to see where it went and noticed that my half-eaten delight was firmly stuck to a bald head of a short, old, grumpy man.

He slowly picked it up with the sticky, gooey caramel a puddle on his head and turned around. I quickly hid behind the tree. The man's eyes met with Clark who just looked up from his mobile phone, oblivious to the situation around him. The man looked at the stick of the caramel apple that Clark had finished eating and was innocently holding it.

The man approached one of the guards and while he was explaining to him about how he was attacked by an apple, I grabbed Clark's arm and charged to escape.

"Hey! Hey, you two wait!" I heard the voice of the guards but I was thankful they couldn't see our faces as it was dark.

"What did you do? Stop dragging me," Clark ordered but I continued to drag him. He suddenly stood still and I could no longer pull him because he was damn strong.

"Just run with me, okay? I caused some trouble and I don't want to get caught . . . please," I said seriously, thrusting my face close to his. A thrill ran through me as I grabbed his arm again. He didn't say anything as I made him run along with me.

"Hey, you both stop!" I heard the voice coming from a distance and I quickly cut the line of the Ferris Wheel, pushed ahead and made Clark sit with me in one of the seats. Before the people waiting in the queue of the Ferris Wheel could complain, the ride had already begun.

I was panting as I giggled feeling high from the adventure.

"I don't even want to know why the guards were behind us," Clark muttered and my eyebrows rose high up.

"Why do you not want to know Brownie?"

"Because I had fun," he admitted in a barely audible voice and I didn't miss his faint smile.