Novel & Cerita Eat Hot Chip And Lie

he muttered, squinting at the buffering screen. “Or maybe you just don’t know how to use technology,” I shot back, tossing him a fresh bag of chips. The kind he liked—spicy, the ones that made my tongue burn. His grin flashed, that cocky, maddening grin that got him laid more than it should. “You keep buying my favorite brand. Makes me wonder if you’d die without me around.” “Or maybe I like watching you suffer from heartburn,” I said, but my lips curled despite myself.

He stuffed his face with chips. Violet chuckled softly, "you'll choke yourself to death if you keep that up." "Not possible. These are my favorite chips in the world. I can't choke on them." He stuffed some more and continued, "I'm too handsome to die anyway." "You chew like a goat." "Greatest of all time? Yeah u thought so too," replied Nick, giving Violet a cheeky grin. Violet could only roll her eyes at his answer.

I’m starving. The first bite has kick. With my heritage it’s not hard to eat the spicy chili. It surprises me that the lily-ass gringos can handle it. “Fucking bullshit is what this is,” one of the men shouts. He comes out of his chair and shoves it back so hard, it tumbles across the floor.

, I concluded. Displaying a bit of sassiness, "he better not" she said, wearing a warm smile, so I could feel comfortable. We talked at length that night and realized we had a few things in common. One of them was our weird preference for eating chips with sour cream. It was something I had always thought only dad and I liked, he'd bring them whenever I was sad to cheer me up. Lily is nice, she seemed like the kind of person you can always count on and feel comfortable sharing your thoughts and feelings with.

I shrug and continued with my movie, I suddenly felt the urge to start all over again I hadn't being focused at all. Look I don't know what else to say if he asks more questions I might lose my cool and yell at him. "Are you kidding?" He stood up, Great he doesn't know he is so close to getting kicked out of this room, I normally skip food on the first day it's a habit and I prefer drinking hot choco and eating chips. Call me crazy but I know I'm not the only one who does it, He slam the laptop shut on my thighs taking it away from me.

The dealer smiles. Really? I jump up and down in excitement and clap my hands like a child. “Again.” I laugh. I put my chip on number eight.

Just as I reached for it, the chip slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor. His slipper came down on it perfectly, crushing it under his foot. “Oops. Sorry.” He tilted his head, still smiling. “It fell on the floor, but you can still eat it. Dogs like eating things off the floor, don’t they?” My whole body burned with shame. I didn’t know where the courage came from. I lunged at him and grabbed the bag of chips from his hands. Then, like I was starving, I poured the chips into my mouth as fast as I could.

I was sitting curled up on a sofa wearing my favorite loose Gudetama sweatshirt and black shorts. All the makeup was gone, and my chestnut hair was tied in a messy bun on top of my head. I had a mug of hot, dramatically oversweetened cocoa in hand and a half-empty box of mint chocolate ice cream lying next to me. On the table, there were open boxes of cream-onion, paprika, and barbeque-style flavor chickpea chips, pretending to be healthy snacks instead of more comfort food. Yes, I needed a lot of comfort. I needed to deal with the fact that I was an absolute idiot.

I said, still laughing, "I thought your job was to tell me his name and not waiting for me to ask." He playfully hissed and took one of my chips. What a brainless monkey. "These chips are good," he said. ,"Where did you get them?" "They're homemade," I said then proceeded to step on his foot from under the table while giving him a sweet smile, or at least I thought it was a sweet smile. "What the hell?" "That was to teach you never to touch my food," I said, putting lots of emphasis on 'my'. "Okay, okay. Just don't do that to me again," he pleaded.

I was literally craving this kind of stuff. "Chris!", I beam at him happily. "Thank you. It's the best. I'll eat the whole" "Sure. It's for you, babe", he touches my face and smiles. "But....", I look at him as my smile vanishes. "Mom said that I shouldn't eat chips" "Yeah because they have some chemical or something. I don't know but everything in this plater is made by your extremely talented boyfriend", he points at himself, feeling too proud of himself.