A random little one-shot based off Chapter 30 of 'Me Or Him?' by zarachannylover101. Hope you like it, Zara! And everyone else too :P
Tomatina!
Chad, me, and Jr were walking through the streets of Spain – yep, Spain. We'd always wanted to go, and also, Jr's birthday was the following day, so it was a nice little treat for him too.
We were walking up a long, stony pathway, when I saw a load of people crowded around something. 'Hmm, what could it be?' I thought. Well, there was only one way to find out! I grabbed Chad and Jr's hands, and tried to drag them there. I had to know what was happening!
"Sonny, what are you doing?" Chad asked, as I tried to make him keep walking.
"Mom, I'm not a baby! Let go of my hand!" Jr said. I didn't answer to either of them, and kept walking until I noticed a huge banner that read 'Happy Tomatina!' I then realised I knew what was going on. Tomatina is a huge festival in Spain, in which people throw tomatoes at each other. I don't know why, but they just do. Everyone around was completely covered in tomatoes, and it looked a little creepy, like blood. But hey, tomato juice is like ketchup, right? And who doesn't like ketchup? Ketchup on everything, baby!
"Who dared to throw a tomato at the CDC?" Jr yelled. He really has to stop listening to his father. Chad and I started to laugh at our angry, tomato-covered son. "You're laughing? Let's see how you like tomato muck in your hair!" He said, and Chad automatically started to panic.
"No, please, not the hair! Anything but the hair!" Chad said, as Jr jumped on his back and started to rub the tomato onto his hair. "Ahhhh! Help me!"
"Chad!" I laughed.
"What?" They both asked, pausing their tomato war. One Chad was one thing, but two Chads was just something else.
"You two are absolutely mad!" I said, still laughing.
"You think we're mad? Oh, it's on! C'mon Jr, let's show your mom what it's like to be pelted with tomatoes! Not that it ever happened to me before – I am, after all, the greatest actor of our generation." Chad rambled, ending with his cute signature smirk. He hasn't changed one bit.
"Dad!" Jr sighed. He'd heard this enough times already. I'd heard it enough, but I didn't mind. Before I knew it, my two crazy boys were chasing me down the street with tomatoes!
"Stop, please!" I pleaded. People started giving us funny looks, as Chad and Jr toppled a bucked of ice-cold tomato juice on me. "Guys!"
"Sorry!" They both said, running off to get more. Ah, I love my life.
Yeah, that was awfully short. But fun! :D
So, review! It won't kill you. :P