What a rush.
The rollercoaster, not the intense hand-holding.
Okay, maybe both.
“I’m gonna be sick,” he says, swaying as he takes a few steps away from the ride to lean against the fence. “Again.”
“Good thing I brought Dramamine,” I hold the tube of pills up and give it a shake. Poor thing. I guess I should have taken into account he had a stomach bug only two days ago before forcing him onto the coaster.
“Why in the world did you not give me thatbeforethe ride?” He questions me like he’s trying to be mad, but is too sick to muster up the correct level of irritation.
“Couldn’t have you guessing what we were up to.” I grin. “Or else you would have never agreed.”
“Dang right I wouldn’t’ve agreed.” He snatches the tube from me and manages to get a pill out. He takes it without a drink. Such a man.
A hot, motion-sick man.
“Do I look that bad?” he asks, a slight scowl painting his face.
“Hmm?”
“You were staring.”
Oh.
“I’ve never seen your hair so out of place.” I titter, massaging my shoulder while averting my gaze. I definitely wasnotthinking of what it would be like to push him against the fence and kiss him until we were both dizzy again.
“Mine? You should see yours.” He chuckles, taking a hand and tucking the flyaway in front of my head behind my ear. “But actually, I kinda like this version of you. Free. Not completely dolled-up.” Okay. I amtotallythinking about shoving my best friend against the fence and devouring his face.
I must have done a heck of a job with mywoke-up-like-thismakeup this morning.
I take a step back away from his hand that lingers at my ear, his fingertips tickling my skin.
Distance. I need distance.
“Want to try out Dorothy’s Cyclone with me?” I laugh off his compliment. Compliments and I have never been friends. Often I will fake a thank you with a smile, but deep down, my brain screams that the compliment is not true.
“Yeah, no. Not gonna happen, Dawson. But I’ll happily sit and watch while I eat a soft pretzel.”
“A pretzel?” I feign shock. “You’re living on the wild side today, Rawls.”
“To settle my stomach,” he adds. “I’ll take a sprite, too.”
“Imposter!” I point with a gasp. “What have you done with my health nut best friend?”
With a sigh, he says, “I’m right here.” Is that a frown?
I elbow him in the side. “Buzz kill, man. What’s up?”
With a forced smile, he shakes his head to say nothing and starts walking toward the pretzel stand.
What was that about?
My phone buzzes in my pocket. Taking it out, I see Lor-A-Lie flash across the screen for a face chat call.
“Hey, hey, Lors!” I answer the phone with a grin. “Guess what? Brax is fixing to eat a carb-loaded pretzel…AND drink a Sprite!” I snicker while Braxton glares in my direction.
“Hey, Braxton!” Lorelai shouts from the other end of the line. I flip the screen so he can wave at her from in front of me.
