trouble boy~ J Mariano [2]

Chapter thirty

"Does this belong to you?" Jess questioned Dean, referring to Clara.

"Clara, you want a snowcone?" Dean asked her.

"Yes. Will you go get me a snowcone?" Clara inquired.

"Absolutely. Go stand in the middle of the street and wait for me, I'll be right back." Jess replied sarcastically.

"I'll get your snowcone." Dean told his sister.

"And one for Camille, too." Clara reminded him.

"And one for Camille, too." Dean repeated

"Thanks." Camille smiled.

Dean walked away to get the snowcones.

"Do you wash your hair?" Clara questioned Jess.

"Yes, I wash my hair." Jess answered.

"Then why does it stick up like that?" The younger girl asked

"Because." Jess deadpanned.

"It looks crazy." Clara giggled.

"Camille." Lane exclaimed.

Camille walked over to Lane's booth.

"Hey, how's the fundraiser going?" She asked. "The turnout looks good."

"The turnout's great." Lane grinned. "Apparently, people are starved for entertainment around here."

"Well, hurrah for bad cable reception." Camille joked.

"So, I'm sorry, but did I just see you with Jess and Dean, or do I need a new prescription?" Lane questioned.

"Your prescription's fine." Camille rolled her eyes.

"So explain." Lane demanded.

"Tomorrow at Luke's. I need to get back before there's a more exciting ending to the evening." Camille glanced at Jess and Clara.

"Forget nothing." Lane told her.

"I promise." Camille smiled.

"You missed. You missed. You missed." Clara taunted Jess as they played a ring toss game.

"Hey, you wanna learn how to fly?" Jess inquired.

"How's everybody doing?" Camille asked.

"Jess can't throw." Clara pointed out

"I can, too." Jess argued.

"You missed every time." Clara raised an eyebrow.

"I can't concentrate with your annoying midget voice yammering on and on. It's like having Stuart Little shoved in my ear." Jess defended himself.

Dean walked over with two snowcones and gave them to Camille and Clara.

"Here. They only had cherry." He told them.

"Cherry's the best flavour." Camille shrugged.

"So, you play any of the games yet?" Dean asked.

"Nope, I've been watching him lose." Clara pointed at Jess. "You don't get a bear, but it's still pretty fun."

"Well, how about I go beat you at ice bowling?" Dean suggested.

"You can't beat me." Clara shook her head.

"Oh, I think I can." Dean disagreed.

"Let's go." Clara started to run off

"We'll be back." Dean smiled at Camille.

"Okay. So, how much to play?" Camille questioned.

"A dollar." Jess replied.

"Okay." Camille nodded.

"I got it." Jess put a dollar on the side.

"Just for the record, I'm a girl and we are supposed to throw like this." Camille demonstrated but ended up doing it. "Oh my God, I did it."

"Very impressive." Jess clapped.

"Here you go, congratulations." The boy running the stall handed Camille a bear.

"Thanks." She grinned. "Hello sad, pathetic bear."

"You know, I could've bought you that thing for a quarter." Jess rolled his eyes.

"No, it's better that I won it." Camille was proud of herself. "Maybe Clara would like it."

"Yes, shoved in her mouth." Jess joked.

"She's cute." Camille looked at him.

"Oh, just darling." Jess said sarcastically.

"I'll save it for our baby then." Camille sighed.

"Oh yeah, the baby." Jess muttered.