I'm sorry guys, I've been having troubles... Also, I HAVE NOT stopped Making Banana Pancakes, I'm making it longer than usual. That's why. I really hope that it's cute enough for you.
Tobias' POV
At first, my idea didn't seem so fantastic, but after she threw her first skee-ball and grinned I loosened up. I start my lane as well. I start to go for the easy 200's, getting them easily. It sinks down and the points soon go from 200 to 800 and quickly increase. I'm on a roll and soon close to breaking my record, 2,050, when I hear a shotgun being shot. I look to my left wide-eyed and a bit shaken at Tris, who looks sheepishly at the people around her.
"How do you have enough strength in you to almost break the glass with only a skee-ball?" I ask her when we sit down after the incident to eat the pizza. All she does is shrug and crimson goes through her cheeks. I smile and give her a napkin for the tomato sauce oozing down her pink, thin lips. She puts her pizza down and stares at me.
"So why did you pick here instead of Mooyah's? Not that I mind, but still." She says while looking around at the kids playing Guitar Hero and Fruit Ninja. I shrug, also from looking at the barefooted kids screaming with strings of hair falling from their place and their red cheeks to the adults who converse with one another and tap away on their phones. I picked Chuck E. Cheese out of all the placed to go.
"I don't know, I just felt a pang of nostalgia to see the creepy mouse and his high friends sing." I smile, teeth and all at her. She grins behind her hand. I nudge her foot with mine. "Come on, let's go play something that you won't break. Ooh! The one where you had to smash the purple monster!" I drag her to the machine, where I distinctly remember it being by the baby section. I stop smiling when I see the sign on the face of the purple man. Beatrice is still holding my hand when she reads the sign. I put my hand where you would grab the hammer, which is missing.
"Tobias, I'm sorry. I know you've always loved this game, but hey, these kids never knew what fun is. All they know now is technology. It was bound to happen sometime. I'm sorry, come on, let's go take picture with Chuck E." I follow her after taking one more glance at the sign, which states:
This machine is out of order. It will be removed tomorrow.
Thank you,
Helen, Manager
I try to look happy for Tris, but I remember when I would have to help her to try to hit all the monsters when we were eight, my first birthday party with her. But the thing that pulls me out of my trance is when we sit down next to Chuck E. and Beatrice leans her head on my shoulder and smiles without her hand near her head. For once, she's not covering her hair, smile, ears, or cheeks. She's actually smiling. Right before the camera takes the picture, I smile a real smile with cheese stuck in my teeth, and I don't care for the first time that I actually look like a fool next to her. When the camera starts to "sketch" our picture, we realize halfway that we're way too big for is since only our torso's showed up. When the machine prints out our picture, all we do is laugh and snort, well mostly me snorting. After our giggle fit is over, I lead her to the helicopter that lifts you in the air when you pedal. We don't ride it since we're out of tokens.
"Hey," She exclaims, scaring me, "let's put our tickets in to see what we can get!" She says, getting our cup full of tickets, which isn't very full. When we reach the machine, it's absolutely full of kids that have their pants under their butts, giving everybody a full view, and of tattooed men helping their two year old's. After a little girl with a lion's mane finished putting her tickets in, it's finally our turn. Right when I step up, a tanned girl with a brown braid gets right in front of me, making me almost fall over her. She doesn't even say excuse me or anything. I look at Tris with my "You gotta be kidding me," face. All she's doing is staring at the little girl, who couldn't be older than ten, as if she's going to teach her a lesson.
Right before I'm about to talk to her, a little boy with wire-rimmed glasses behind us speaks up. "Hey, you can't cut! They've been waiting." He says with a serious tone, even though his voice is high-pitched for a six year old. I turn around to look at him. He's short for a six year old and had blond hair, not very long like the other kind. I smile at him and he shyly looks down. The tanned girl doesn't listen, all she does is hear the munch of the machine as she places her tickets in the picture's mouth. I look back at the boy.
"Would you like to go before us? It looks like you have more tickets than us. " I ask him after crouching to his level. He looks up from his feet and my blue eyes meet his yellow eyes. I smile genuinely. He grins back with one missing tooth on his top front row. I gesture to a spot in front of me and he takes is after saying thank you continuously. I smile and tell him that he handled the situation well even though he didn't really have to interfere. After he leaves, with my help of putting the tickets in, he looks at Tris and says, "You have a really nice friend. Is he your best friend?" He looks at Tris. I smile amusingly at her.
"Yeah Beatrice, am I your best friend?" She blushes before answering the boy. She puts one hands on his right shoulder and looks him dead in the eye.
"Yes, Tobias is one of my very bestest friends ever." She smiles, but the boy looks confused. He furrows his eyebrows, trying to not crumple the ticket number in his hand.
"But is he your best friend?" He asks, leaning on his tippy-toes and leaning back to his heels. Tris, looks unafraid by his response and crouches down while I finish putting the last seven tickets in.
"Yes, he is my best friend." She smiles at him and asks if she could help him pick out a prize, but he says no thank you and walks away with his tucked in button-up shirt and his khaki's. I smile at Beatrice with my hands behind my back.
"So, Beatrice, I'm your best friend? I thought Christina was, or maybe Uriah. Oh! I know, I thought for sure it was Lynn." I grin at her amusingly. She rolls her eyes and snatches the ticket from my hands.
"Shuddup, you're my best guy friend. Christina's number one, she's nice to me. I walk up next to her to the prize booth and a girl with braces comes up to us and asks which prize we want. We look down at the number on our paper. 138. I smirk and give the ticket to the brunette who looks to be done with her bands in her mouth.
"You guys can either get two pieces of candy or a bookmark and a slap wristband. We go for the latter, me getting the slap wristband. I show it off to Tris by slapping her wrist really hard and her punching me in the stomach.
"You know what I've always wanted?" Tris asks me when we're exiting, "The tiny dolphin swing that's 1,000 tickets. I've wanted it ever since I came here for your ninth birthday party. Man, that party sucked." She smiles and nudges my shoulder, well upper arm since she can't really reach that high.
I look at her with fake pride. "Excuse me, my party rocked. Especially the part when Chuck E. and his crew came out and Zeke was so nervous that he threw up on Uriah." Right before I say Uriah's name we both start to laugh, but not before I snort once again, so beautifully. When we're by our cars, I look at Tris, wanting so badly to kiss her, but knowing that I can't. She smiles her shy smile.
"This was fun, we should do this again some time. But with more money for tokens, of course." She grins with her hands in her cardigan pockets. I hug her after saying goodbye, and maybe next week we'll do it again. She hugs me back, and I smile at the feeling of her petite hands curving over my shoulder blades. This is what I've wanted, but it doesn't feel complete. When I get to my car, I smile a bit to myself and remember that I get to see her tomorrow again.
Thank you guys so much fro dealing with me not updating. I'll try to update soon, but it might be impossible since some birthday's are coming up. *Cough, cough. One of the birthday's is mine.* Anyway, I hope you guys liked it and "see" you guys next time.
~Mrs. Waters-Eaton