~|smoothie store|~

10: hood of the car

'.~THIRD PERSON~.'

Ryan and Dylan had spent some time around 2 hours at the arcade, just playing game and occasionally stealing tickets random kids had left around. Once all the points on their cards were used, they took their tickets and went up to the prize booth. Ryan had only bought three things. Those things being a glow stick, a tootsie roll, and and lollipop. He gave the rest of his tickets to Dylan because he didn't have too many, which made Dylan internally scream. Because of this, Dylan bout the most outrageous things known to man.

• 10 pixie sticks
• a ton of candy
• a purple inflatable alien
• a green inflatable alien (for Ryan)
• two matching rings (Batman and robin)

Ryan almost smashed his lips into Dylan's when Dylan grabbed his hand, and slid the Batman ring on it, smiling as widely as ever. Dylan slid the robin ring on his finger, and held it up. Ryan did the same.

"See, we're matching now!" Dylan joyfully explained.

"I can see that, thank you." Ryan replied. Dylan's nose was pink, and Ryan's cheeks were too.

Kiss him! Smash your lips onto his!

Both of their minds said. They stared at each other a bit, Ryan looking up just a little because of the boys tallness.

"U-uhh.. Wanna get food?" Ryan stuttered.

"Oh! Yeah, sure." Dylan walked to the food court section, Ryan following right behind him. The line for the food court was short, only about two other people ahead of the two. Once their feet hit the white and black checkered tile, they immediately stuck a bit from the amounts of soda split on it and it not being cleaned properly. They both winced, but kept going. Once it was their turn in line, Dylan whispered to Ryan.

"Ryan, could you order it? I don't like talking."
Dylan embarrassedly admitted, tugging on Ryan's sleeve a bit. In all truth, Ryan didn't like ordering or talking to people either. But, for Dylan he would do a lot. It sounds weird, since this was their first time officially hanging out, but it was the honest truth.

"Hah, sure." Ryan chuckled a little.
"What do you want?"

"Chicken tenders and friesss!" Dylan sounded like a toddler here, and Ryan thought it was really funny.

"How can I help you?" A pure looking girl questioned with a bright smile. Her hair was ginger and she had a sage green claw clip holding it up with two strands out in the front.

She seemed to be.. blushing?
No, Dylan. Your insane. She's not blushing at Ryan! Plus, why would you even care? It's not like your together. He would never want to date someone like you.

"Oh, uhhh.. Can I have chicken tenders with fries-" he cut himself short and looked over at Dylan. He looked angry, and Ryan noticed this and felt worried.

"What do you want to drink?" Ryan whispered, leaning in a bit. Dylan felt the air from Ryan's mouth hit the side of his face and he got hot.

"Mmm.. coke?" He spoke loud enough for the worker to hear as well.

"We only have Pepsi, so make do." The girl crossly announced, an unamused look to her. Ryan noticed the tone in her voice, and became slightly annoyed with her.

" a cheese pizza with olives and mozzarella sticks too. Also a Mountain Dew." Ryan gave back the same attitude and expression to the girl. Her name tag read "Grace."

Her tone of voice surely doesn't have any grace whatsoever.
Ryan thought to himself.

"Coming right up!" She said, immediately smiling and acting all cheery again.

"Sorry she's being rude to you, don't know what that's about." Ryan apologized, even though it wasn't his fault.

"Nah, it's okay. Not your fault anyway." He assured.

A few minutes later, the food came out with Grace holding it.

"Here you go! That will be $15.45! " She handed the food tray specifically to Ryan, brushing his hand as he grabbed the food. Ryan didn't even say thank you, he just threw money on the counter annoyed. He handed Dylan his food and drink, about to walk away until-

"Hey, what's your name? Do you think I could get your number?" Grace asked with a 'seductive' look on as she rested her chin in her hand and her elbows on the counter.

"No." Ryan said monotone. Dylan didn't even try to hold his laughter, and threw his head back as he laughed and walked away.

-a few minutes later-

"No but seriously, she was such a bitch. Like, I know I'm hot but you don't have to be weird about it."
Ryan said, eating his food crisscross on the hood of his car with Dylan just leaning on it, his stomach pressed against the face of the car.

"Hold up, I totally just realized you got olives on your pizza. That's f**king disgusting." Dylan winced. Ryan gasped, bringing a hand to his chest.

"No, olives are great dude."

And at that moment, they both realized something..

The olive theory.

                              

                                '.~846 words~.'

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Btw, if you don't know what the olive theory it's, it's that if you like/ don't like olives but the other person does/doesn't, your meant to be. So Ryan liked olives and Dylan didn't so their meant to be.