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“You wouldn’t dare, you love my ass,” she countered. His grip on her thighs tightened and he staggered dramatically to the side. She shrieked, clinging to his forehead.
“Whoa, close one there!” he said, and lumbered the other way, tilting to the left. She hit him on the shoulder.
“Stop it! Stop it!” she ordered. He bounced up and down on his toes.
“Damn, Paige, what have you been eating? You weigh about as much as The Beast,” he told her in a gasping voice. She glared down at him and clenched her thighs together as hard she could. He stopped moving, digging his fingers into her skin.
“Ha! Not so funny now, is it!?” she cackled. He slapped her leg.
“You know,” he started, his voice coming out funny through his squashed lips, “whenever I imagine myself between your thighs, it’s never quite like this.”
She laughed and unclamped her legs. He immediately grabbed her by the ankles and then hitched his shoulders, jerking her backwards. She screamed and flew back, sliding off him. Her knees kept her hooked in place and she stopped falling, hanging upside down against his back.
“Not funny, Parker!” she yelled, punching him on the butt.
“Now, where did I see that beer garden?” he wondered out loud, striding off with her hanging behind him. She shrieked at him again.
“Stop it! This ground is filthy and my hair is touching it! Stop it!” she yelled, holding on to the waist of his jeans for dear life. He came to a stop.
“You gonna be nice to me?” he asked. She gripped on to his pants and pulled herself as upright as she could manage.
“Lover, when am I evernotnice to you?” she crooned in a sickeningly sweet voice.
He started moving again, this time galloping across the dusty ground. She screamed the whole way.
*
BY THE TIME THE SUNset, Paige had danced and sung her heart out. They ate hot dogs at a food booth and Paige had taken the opportunity to shove an entire hot dog – bun and all – into Parker’s face. Payback for the piggybacking incident.
After attempting to scrub mustard and ketchup out of his shirt, he'd dumped ice cold water on her head. She decided to call a truce, and after they finished eating they walked around to see what the other booths were selling.
Some were almost carnival like, with games and prizes. Parker won her a giant teddy bear at basketball shoot out game, and then another one at a strong man competition. She felt like such a girl, blushing when he handed over the prizes. He'd drawn quite a crowd at the basketball game, challenging a twelve-year-old at one point, and then letting the kid win. Paige was proud to be the girl standing next to him.
Other booths sold tie-dyed t-shirts and hemp belts. One even sold bongs and pipes. Another place had a woman braiding peoples hair with little beads. Parker tried to convince Paige to get it done, but she warned him that he'd wake up with his hair braided if he didn’t stop teasing her.
She made him settle for watching her get a henna tattoo on her foot – a cute fifteen year old girl was doing them in her mom’s booth. The girl spent most of the tattoo sneaking glances at Parker, who wandered in and out of the booth. Paige waited till he was gone before chatting with the girl.
“He’s pretty cute, huh?” Paige asked quietly, leaning down the length of her leg. The girl’s face turned bright pink.
“What? Well, I mean, yeah, I guess,” she mumbled, looking straight down at her work. Paige laughed.
“Yeah, sometimes I think so, too,” she joked, glancing at the doorway. The girl looked up at her.
“Isn’t he your boyfriend?” she asked, sounding confused. Paige shook her head.
“No, not really. We’re just really good friends.”
“I wouldn’t wanna be just friends with a boy like him,” she said. Paige cocked her head to the side.
“What do you mean?”
“He’s too cute. Some other girl would wanna scoop him up. I'd want somebody that hot to bemyboyfriend,” she responded. Paige blinked and glanced at the doorway again.
“Well, no one is going to 'scoop him up'. He wouldn’t go off with someone else while he’s here with me, so I’m not too worried,” she responded. The girl stared at her.
“But why wouldn’t he? I mean, if he’s not your boyfriend. I would try to scoop him up. I mean, if I was older. He’sreallyhot.”
“Yes, I know he’s hot,” Paige said through gritted teeth. Was she actually getting jealous of a fifteen year old? She almost slapped herself.
