Page 57 of Crash and Burn
“I’ve never been to a rodeo,” I admit.
He stares at me, eyes wide.
“To be fair, I’m not from Texas, remember?”
“I’ll let that one slide, but we’ll be fixin’ that once we’re back home,” he promises. “We should figure out what else you’ve been missin’ out on. You probably have a whole bucket list of things.” He chuckles.
“Ha-ha. The sad thing is, you’re probably right,” I agree.
“You poor, sheltered, Princess,” he teases.
I swat at his arm playfully as we get in line for the kettle corn booth. They have a menu with maybe twenty different flavors.
“We’ll get two bags. A bag of traditional and whatever other flavor you’d like to try,” Rascal tells me.
“Hmm.” I mull it over, reading the menu. There are a bunch that sound delicious, like caramel, cinnamon roll, dark chocolate peanut butter, triple chocolate and white cheddar. “I want to try the cinnamon roll one.”
“Good choice. I’ve never tried that one,” he says. Once we get to the window, Rascal tells the girl our order. He hands her some cash and she gives him our popcorn. I take the cinnamon roll one, opening it right away.
I pop a piece in my mouth and moan. “Oh my God!”
Rascal stares at me. “Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Moan like that,” he says.
I laugh. “Sorry, it tastes fucking amazing. Here, try some.”
I hold the bag toward him, gesturing for him to take some. He grabs a few pieces, tossing them in his mouth.
“Holy shit. You were right.”
I give him a smug grin. “That happens a lot. Get used to it, Romeo.”
“That mouth is gonna get you spanked if you’re not careful,” he warns.
“You promise?” I wink and a smile stretches across his face.
“Do the two of you need to get a room?” Minx jabs.
“Nope,” I say.
“Maybe,” Rascal says.
Our different answers make Minx and Raze shake their heads and laugh.
“What rides are we checking out first,” Minx asks.
“Marley needs to experience them all,” Rascal tells her. “Let’s start with the Music Express.”
We walk over to the ride they decided on. The Music Express. Watching the ride while we stand in line, it rotates in a circle over a hilly track, going forward at first, then switching and going backward.
“This better not make me throw up,” I tell Rascal. He laughs in response. It gets to be our turn. We show the guy our wristbands and head on in, picking a random car and climbing in. The ride starts out slow. The faster it gets, I slide into Rascal. Every time I try to scoot back to my side, I can’t. I begin laughing uncontrollably. By the time the ride is done, I’m in tears from laughing so hard. We climb out and head to the exit.
“What did you think,” Rascal asks.
“I would definitely ride that one again.” I can’t fight the smile on my face.
