Chapter 2: Cans

My stomach let out a small whine but Patch seemed to hear it. "Let's get some food. Something tells me you hungry." "What's on the menu?" I asked. "Anything you want." Patch grinned I was unsure if he meant it or if he was flirting. I decided it was probably both. I headed towards the cheeseburger stand and Patch followed behind. The wait was about 30 minutes. The cheeseburger stand had a long line and only one person working the stand. I looked at Patch, "I saw you eyeing that one game earlier, the one where you throw the ball at the cans. If you want you can go play and I'll meet up with you." He grinned, "Are you sure? I'm not fond of leaving you here by yourself." I told him I'd be fine and catch up with him. He gave me twenty bucks and headed off towards the game. I didn't like the idea of him leaving me in the line by myself either but I needed to call Vee. She had called me earlier and I sent her to voicemail, which I felt particularly bad about. I speed dialed her number and she picked up, "Hello?" "Hey Vee, I saw you called earlier I wanted to call you back." "Babe you sent me to voicemail and we both know it. Where are you?" "I'm at the fair, in line for a cheeseburger. "Oooo, I could go for one of those right now I'll be there in 5." She disconnected. Great, I have to deal with her and Patch. I need some alone time with Patch so maybe I could get rid of her somehow. I felt bad but I had a feeling tonight was going to be a good night.

Sure enough 5 minutes later, Vee showed up at my side. I was almost to the front of the line now. "Hey there's a line here you know!" People shouted from behind us. "And there's also one starving girl here you know." Vee shouted back. I hide a bit of a smile. "When aren't you hungry." A voice called. Instantly I knew who it was, Marcie Millar. "When are you hungry? Isn't a cheeseburger too much for you to handle?" Vee said. It was the perfect insult. Compared to Marcie, Vee was an elephant. Vee has more curves than a roller coaster. Marcie is way too skinny; a while back when we were in a fight I called her an anorexic pig. She deserved it though because she called Vee fat, I don't regret calling Marcie an anorexic pig. She is what she is. Marcie scowled and looked the other way. On the scoreboard we went up a point but Marcie was still doubling our score. "One day I'm going to steal one of her bras and instead of putting pudding in it, I'll put cheeseburgers in it then leave it in her boyfriend's locker." Vee said with a maniacal smile. I grinned at the idea and moved forward to order. "One cheeseburger and a small coke." I said to the girl working the stand. She looked about my age with brown hair, and green eyes, she also looked a little irritated, you could tell she was shy though by the way she just nodded and tried not to make eye contact. I laid the twenty on the counter and stepped out of the way to let Vee order and waited for my order to come out. "One double cheeseburger with pickles and a large Sprite." Vee said. She laid money down and stepped away from the counter as soon as my food came out. I went and grabbed a table not far from the stand and sat down. I needed to get back to Patch so I tried to hurry. By the time Vee had made her way over here I had a quarter of my cheeseburger left and half of my Coke downed. "Geesh girl, you're eating like a pig, worse than me." "Mom never came home from the office when she was supposed to so I never got dinner." I replied. I left a note for mom telling her I went to the fair with Patch and would ne home at my normal curfew time, 10.

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After I finished I told Vee I was going to go hang with Patch then eyed her for a moment. She got the message and just nodded. "I'll probably go look around and see who I can find. Call me after you get home. Have fun with Patch." She said giving me a wink. I threw my hamburger wrapper away, and walked off in search of Patch with my Coke. When I walked up it was his turn to play. He threw one of the balls and knocked not one of the cans over. He threw the second one and was unsuccessful again. Then a voice said "Come on lad you can do better than that." I searched for who the voice came from and found Rixon standing next to Path closely watching him. "I thought you would be good at this game I let you leave me in line so you could come over here and just loose. What a waste." I said with a grin. Patch looked over his shoulder and saw me. I handed him my coke and he took a sip and returned it back to me. He had two balls left in his left hand. "Oh yea?" He said as he flung one of the balls straight at the pile of rusted cans. The ball soared through the air and hit the cans with enough force to knock all three over. He turned and looked at me with smirk and a glint of smugness in his eyes. He handed the last ball to me and pointed at the pile of cans next to the ones he had knocked over, "Let's see if you can do much better Angel." I grinned and turned the ball over in my hand several times. I stepped as close as I could to the booth and threw the ball with all my might. I closed my eyes hoping to hit the cans. "Well," Patch began "You managed to hit the guy running the stand." He then let out another laugh. I opened my eyes and looked. The man running the stand was nowhere in sight. I leaned over the counter of the booth and there the man lay on the ground in a ball moaning and holding a hand over his eye. "Sorry!" I called to the man. He replied with small groan. I turned around to find Patch laughing. I punched his arm, "Hey, it's not my fault he was standing too close to the stack of cans." "No it's not his fault you threw completely off course and hit him." Patch said with a grin. I shrugged. He laughed and put his arm around my waist, "What's curfew time tonight?" "10." I replied. "We better go then, I was hoping we could make it early to your place and hangout there but it's already 9:45." Patch said. "If I could extend curfew, trust me I would. I have summer school tomorrow though." I did want to extend curfew. To spend more time with Patch I would extend all night. There was never enough time to spend with him, but I have all summer ahead to spend with him. I'm leaving what we do in his hands. Besides, tomorrow night I'll get to see him, and I only have one class I'm enrolled in for summer school so it should only take an hour. During the school year I ended up flunking Chemistry. That was by far my worst class other than Biology, but for some reason my grade in Biology ended up actually being in the A range.