Hot Dog Guy X Gumball Mga Nobela at Kwento

He sighs again once he's next to me, handing me the nail polish bottle, "Do it. Do all nine nails." I grin seeing how adorable his reluctant face is but it's not enough for me to let him escape. Not a douche then? Twenty minutes well spent on grooming his nails, with lotsa laughter in between, he suddenly goes rigid when I inserted that one comment while painting the last nail; "I promise I'll blow you good if you stay still." "You would?" That's when it hits me. Gay. Blowjobs. Of course that's like the main appetiser for two gay men. He must have missed blowjobs a lot.

The guy was about my age, tall, with a crooked smile that instantly made my stomach do a little flip. “No harm done,” I said, smiling. He stuck out his hand. “I’m Carter. EMT. Professional hot dog rescuer.” I laughed, taking his hand. “Bella. Nurse. Professional...uh, eater of hot dogs.” Carter chuckled, and just like that, the conversation flowed. He asked where I worked, and when I told him, he grinned. “I do some shifts at that hospital sometimes. Small world.” We chatted while we waited for food, trading stories about hectic shifts and weird patient encounters. Carter was funny in an easy, unforced way, and he had this charm that made it impossible to feel awkward around him.

"Hi." "How can I help you?" He asks politely as his eyes travel on her face warmly. "I want.." She doesn’t have time to think of an answer and tells the first thing that comes to her mind. "I want coffee candies." "Well, we have three...no, two types of coffee flavored candies." He signs the showcase near the desk. She doesn’t even look at the ones he shows her. "I want the round shaped ones. The ones with sticks." "I am afraid we don't have them. I mean, right now." He blinks his eyes for a second, surprised. "Have you ever come here before?"

Green jerseys completely outnumbered our purple ones, but we didn’t care. The excitement in the enormous stadium was exhilarating. The smell of popcorn and hotdogs permeated the air. “Let’s get a dog and drink so we can devour them in our seats.” I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and I needed the calories. We waited in line for hot dogs and I heard some whispering behind me. I wouldn’t have noticed, but Killian’s name came into the conversation. “Hey, are you Killian MacGregor’s girlfriend?” How the hell would anyone know that?

Sundae for Ameera and a Cheeseburger for Gabriel and Jay. I always spent a fortune at this fastfood joint. Thank God I did not franchise at all because I'll not earn anything. Parker chose a booth and I place our orders on our table. He starts to munch on his nuggets and I opened my Big Mac. I took a big bite when Parker suddenly blurts out. "I think I am gay dad." I almost choke on my burger. I reach out to my drink and took a gulp. Parker pat my back and rub it gently.

Paula asked as she held a pen and pad at the ready. “Get me a cheeseburger on wheat bread with tomato, lettuce and fries,” Carter said. Paula scribbled. “I want two bean and beef burritos with the hot stuff and sour cream on the side,” Goldman ordered. “Ugh, God,” Carter groaned. “Okay, y’all.” Paula said and left to put in their order. “You’re going to be farting for the rest of the shift,” Carter grumbled with dismay. He could roll down the windows but still. For the past few months, Goldman’s gas had become legendary at the station when he ate Mexican food – and beans in general.

I do notices there a large bag of gummy worms. I take a seat and begin filling my plate with two hot dogs, a large amount of chip, and an entire pack of Snowballs because screw sharing. I’m starving. Shane chuckles at me while he also fills his plate with food. I put onions and ketchup on my hot dog and watch Shane do the same. “I thought onions and ketchup was blasphemy on a hotdog.” I comment, eyeing him up and down before picking one of my hot dogs up. I take a huge bite.

Rosalind offered her hand to the little girl, and later, both of them walked outside to find some food. Jane pointed in a direction. “Over there! Hotdog!” The little one’s eyes brightened as she already imagined eating the hotdog. The hotdog seller smiled to see Rosalind and Jane. “Hotdog, ma’am? I’m sure your daughter will love it too.” Rosalind didn’t deny that Jane wasn’t hers. She nodded and pointed at the hotdogs. “How much is it?” “Three dollars for a regular one, three fifty for additional lettuce and tomatoes, and four for a jumbo size.”

I rolled my eyes at him and walked off to the convenience store. A young lady standing behind a counter greeted me friendly as soon as I stepped in. She flashed me a warm smile and I did the same before ordering a hot dog and a sandwich for Xavier. While waiting on her to heat up the food, I took a quick tour around the shop, looking for some snacks. I ended up getting two bag of different flavored Lays and of course, a bag of Doritos. I headed back to the counter to pay and as I was about to leave the shop, I recalled.

Emily's POV The music swirled around us, the singer hitting a high, thrilling note that sent the crowd into a roar of excitement. I walked over to Nathan’s table, holding my creation—a chili hot dog. The soft, crusted bread cradled a lavishly seasoned sausage, topped with green bell peppers, scallions, crunchy radishes, spicy jalapeño slices, and finished off with a generous drizzle of my special sauce and melting cheese.