Twisted

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Fourth Of July Party Final Part

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Fourth of July Party Final Part
Josh's POV

"Ginger ale, do you think?" I asked looking at the assortment of drinks.

Callum shook his head, "Absolutely not, Joshy. You only get Ginger ale if you're on an airplane." He pointed out, dismissing it immediately.

"Well than Sprite?" I asked, already knowing he was going to say yes considering Sprite is Callum's absolute favorite kind of drink, mixed with a bit of lemonade.

Callum grinned and I took that as a yes, sliding the drink into the cart, "Should we get one or two?" I asked.

Callum rubbed his chin in thought, "Just get one, we can get more drinks so that way there's plenty for everyone."

"That's the plan. So what else should we get?" I asked and Callum hummed.

He seemed to be in thought about something which I doubted was the soda. Unless he was really distraught on getting the right kind, but I highly doubted that was the reason.

"Well we should probably get punch for the younger kids, right? In case their parents don't want them drinking soda?" He asked and I nodded my head.

"What kinda punch?"

"The blue one, that ones good."

"You mean the Raspberry Blue one?"

Callum stopped and narrowed his eyes. "No I mean the blue one."

"Yeah I know, it's raspberry flavored, called Raspberry Blue." I said, confused at his reaction.

"There's three different kinds of punch Joshy, the red one, the orange one, and the blue one."

Oh now I see what he's saying. "The cherry Berry, the orange pop, and the raspberry blue?"

Callum grabbed my shoulders, "You poor old soul. Only boomers call them by their names."

I huffed, crossing my arms offended, "Your moms a boomer."

"Your dads a boomer."

"My dad is 42 he is not a boomer."

Callum smirked, "My mom is 36, she's not one either."

"Fine than none of our parents are boomers."

"No but you have the same energy of a boomer."

I roll my eyes, "We can bicker all day long but we've got a party to be tending to." I stated, holding up a finger and now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

"Of course Princess."

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"Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces past and I'm homebound—" Callum belts, throat straining as he yelled, "staring blankly ahead just making my way, making a way through the crowwwdddd." He points to me, "Take it away Joshy!"

"And I need you." I point dramatically to Callum, "and I miss you." I hold my fist to my mouth like a microphone, "And now I wonderrrr."