Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“Fine. But you’re buying me fried cheese.”
“I’ll toss in a corn dog, too, if you play your cards right.” She untwisted the top on my water bottle and poured lemonade into the cup, then did the same to hers. She held the bottle in the air and toasted. “To our twenties and bad decisions!” she declared.
I took a long drag from my bottle and cringed at the realization that not nearly enough lemonade was mixed into the drink, but oh well.
Bottoms up.
It seemed as if everyone in town was at the festival that night, conversing, laughing, and partying it up like it was indeed the Coachella Music Festival. I’d never seen so many people in our town at the same time, not even for the annual chili festival. The festival was taking place right on Lake Michigan, and the weather was perfect.
I had to admit, getting out of my apartment was the right thing to do. I was glad Kate pushed me out of my comfort zone.
“Is that your ex-best-boyfriend’s face on a cookie?” Kate asked me in complete awe as we walked over to the bakery stand where Mama’s goodies were all displayed.
“That is definitely his face on a cookie,” I said as I pulled out my cell phone and took a shot of Mama’s display. “I made them myself.”
“You had to make ex-best-boyfriend cookies?”
“Yup, all night last night.”
“Your life is oddly traumatic. I hope you tell your therapist that.”
“Trust me, she knows,” I joked.
“We have to buy one,” Kate ordered as she dragged me into the long line. “It’s a must.”
I wanted to argue, but then again, it supported my parents, so I went along with it. As we reached the front of the line, Dad gave us both a grand smile. He wasn’t allowed to bake the goods because he was a professional at burning things, but he sure could sell them.
“Hey, ladies. Welcome! What would you like to get your hands on?” he asked.
“Two Aiden Walters faces, please and thank you,” Kate said, pulling out her cash.
“You’re in luck. Those are the last two here. They’ve been selling like hotcakes. I guess that’s what happens when they are made by the best baker in town,” Dad said about Mama as he gave me a slight wink. Gosh, he loved that woman so much. It would’ve been gross if it wasn’t so cute.
We grabbed the cookies and walked to the side to eat them. Kate stared down at the sugar cookie in complete awe.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Nothing, nothing. It’s just… very realistic.”
I laughed. “I think that’s the point.”
“No offense, Hailee, because I know he’s your ex and all, but Aiden Walters might be the sexiest man alive.”
“That’s what the magazines seem to think,” I agreed.
“I mean, look at him. Those blue eyes! Those luscious waves of brown hair.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Tipsy.” She giggled. It was no secret that my friend was a lightweight, just like me. I felt a nice buzz going on. “But that doesn’t change the fact that everything I’m saying is actual and factual. Never in my life did I want to sit on a cookie just to know what it would be like to sit on Aiden Walters’s face.”
“Kate!” I gasped, laughing as I linked my arm around hers and pulled her away from the crowd that overheard. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Did you do it, Hailee?” she asked, eyes wide with hope. “Did you ever sit on Aiden’s face?”
My cheeks felt flush, and I shook my head. “I refuse to answer that question.”
Kate gave me a devilish smile and nodded. “You little freaky freak. What other kinds of stuff did you do? Reverse cowgirl?”
“This conversation is over.”
She bit into the cookie and moaned, having the most orgasmic bite of her life. She closed her eyes and waved her hand in the air as if she’d died and gone to heaven. “This is the best cookie I’ve ever eaten.”
That made me happy. I took a bite of mine, too. Just as great as the night before. “It’s amazing,” I agreed.
“It’s not the first time you shoved Aiden between your lips, huh? I bet he’s quite the mouthful.”
“I’m done with you.”
She grinned and took a sip of her lemonade. “Never.”
We moved around the festival as the sky darkened over our heads and sparkled with stars. The more we drank, the less worry I had about running into Aiden. Liquid courage and all. The amount of confidence bursting from my seams was ridiculous, but I didn’t care. I felt good. Life was weird, sometimes, so whenever there was an opportunity to feel good, I bathed in the joy.
Kate kept up the good time by buying me way too much fried food, and when our water bottles ran out of drinks, she purchased us alcoholic slushies. My toilet was going to have hell to pay come tomorrow morning, from either the top end of me or the bottom, but I didn’t care. I felt like a kid again.