Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
“See?” I prod him in the chest. “You’re frustrating.”
“I never denied it,” good point.
Still… “You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?”
“No.”
“Not even a clue?” I stick out my lower lip and clasp my hands under my chin.
“Not the puppy dog eyes, anything but the puppy dog eyes,” He jokes, pretending to shield his face with his hand.
“Is it working?”
He instantly sobers, “No.”
“Damn.”
“Nice try.”
“I thought so.”
We’ve been driving now for the better part of an hour and I have no idea where we are. Too many trees guarding the roads. It’s when we reach a clearing that my heart starts beating with excitement.
“No way,” I grin and press my face against the glass. “A theme park?”
“It’s a night festival, only here for two weeks,” he says as I take in the lit up Ferris Wheel in the distance and a few other rides I can just barely make out. “I can’t go on any of the rides.”
“I know, but there’s more than just rides.”
“This is great,” seriously and utterly great. “I want candy floss.”
He opens his mouth and I know it’s to protest but he soon relaxes and instead he says, “You can have whatever you want.”
“Brilliant. You rock.”
It takes another ten minutes before we finally find the car park, which is mostly just a field with lots of cars. The place is packed and people are still arriving. At least I won’t have to queue for rides, definite bonus.
There’s a huge archway of flashing lights and balloons as we enter, I look up at it smiling, Nathan seems unimpressed but I don’t care. He leads me to the side and exchanges money for tokens. I get to keep the tokens.
We soon realise that the tokens are for the rides and not the games. The games cost even more money.
Nathan doesn’t seem to mind though and lets me drag him to a game where you have to throw a ball in a bucket which rests on its side. It looks so easy. It’s not. I fail every time.
“Let me try,” Nathan laughs and hands the man behind the counter a note. He throws and fails the first time but the second time the ball stays put. On the final try the ball bounces off the ball already in the tub and onto the ground. “Huh.”
“Next time,” I shrug and pull him towards the candy floss stall. He doesn’t want to budge, instead he quietly hands me a note and waves me away. Laughing, I head over to get candy floss and donuts on my own. Nathan is clearly occupied. He won’t win, I’ll let him figure that out on his own.
As the donuts flip in the fryer something soft brushes my cheek. I turn and blink in shock at the brown teddy dressed as Superman. “You won.”
Nathan grins, clearly proud, “Of course I did.”
“Is that for me?” I go to take the bear but he tugs it back.
“No.”
My mouth drops open, “What happened to being a gentleman?” The sugared donuts are placed on the counter in a paper bag. I scoop them up and follow the man who won’t give me the bear that looks like Superman.
“I never claimed to be a gentleman,” he says haughtily.
“I want the bear.”
“You got candy floss.”
I pout like a petulant child, “It’s not the same.”
His smile comes back, it almost blinds me. “You can have the bear.” I reach for it but again he snatches it back. “When you’ve finished your food.”
“Want some?” I wave the floss near his face. He shudders and shakes his head. “More for me.” Then I hold the bag open that contains the donuts. “Donut?”
The look that flashes over his eyes shows me that he does want the donuts but I’m guessing they’re too messy for him to want to hold.
“Take this for a second.” I hold the candyfloss out to him. He holds the stick with the tips of his fingers, shuddering once more. My fingers grip the sugary snack and pull it from the bag. “Here.”
“You’re touching it,” he says with a small shake of his head.
Sigh. “I haven’t touched that side,” I move it close to his face. “Come on. You know you want to.”
He leans forward and wraps his teeth and lips around one side, sighing slightly, “I forgot how good they were.”
“More?” I bite into the one he’s already broken into and groan in delight. “Best donuts ever.”
“More,” he says so I hold the same one up to his mouth. He bites the half of the broken ring that I haven’t bitten. “Definitely the best donuts ever.”
I cluck my tongue and shake my head, “Wait until you try mine.”
“You make donuts?”
“Sure, it’s actually really easy,” I say but my attention immediately becomes distracted. “Oooh, look!”
“It’s a ring toss.”
“I’m aware of what it is Sherlock. Come on.”