Preference #108: Cravings: #4 Serie.

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by AmandaKovacic

by AmandaKovacic

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">Josh: "Josh, I really need some more fruity pebbles, this is an emergency." Josh smiled, closing his phone when he heard the message. He knew better then to complain, if she wanted fruity pebbles, she was getting fruity pebbles. Josh pulled into the Tesco parking lot, turning his music down as he parked. Looking around, trying to wait until the crowd died down before exiting the car. Pulling up the hood on his sweatshirt, Josh grabbed his keys and his wallet, keeping his head down as he entered the shopping center, grabbing a cart. He moved unnoticed amongst the crowd, making his way to the cereal isle. Biting his lip he looked over the choices, feeling overwhelmed by the large quantities of bright packaging. Spotting the fruity pebbles, Josh grabbed box after box, filling the cart before rushing to the checkout. Ignoring the weird looks of the cashier Josh gave her his card, and, almost immediately, her eyes widened as she looked more closely at his face. "I'm really hungry." Josh said, causing her to stop her stares, handing him the card back with a smile. Blushing furiously, Josh made his way back to the car, vowing to get his own revenge as soon as he could.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">George: All at once you shot up in bed, your eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness around you. Slipping out of bed as quietly as you could manage, you rushed into the kitchen, pulling open the refrigerator door, the light causing you to wince. Your eyes scanned the shelves and you ran your hand through your hair in frustration. "Where is it?" You whispered, shoving various items aside. "Y/N? What are you doing?" You turned around, seeing a very disheveled George Shelley leaning against the kitchen island, his eyes still clouded over with sleep. "I really wanted pudding." You said, turning back towards the fridge. George laughed, "I thought it was popcorn." "Apparently not." You replied, closing the fridge as you sat on the stool, trying to decide if there was something else you'd enjoy. George walked over towards the door, slipping on a pair of sneakers and grabbing keys off the key ring. He moved over towards you, giving you a quick kiss. "George, I'll be fine, really." You said, holding onto his forearm. "No, you go up and lay down, I'll be back before you know it."</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">Jaymi: You grabbed a french fry, swirling it in a mixture of barbecue sauce and blue cheese before popping it in your mouth. You continued shoveling down the food, barely noticing Jaymi who sat across from you. Glancing up at him, wiping the sauce of the side of your mouth, you realized he had been staring. "What?" You said, suddenly feeling really self conscious. Jaymi grimaced, "That's disgusting." You frowned slightly, "I don't know, I've just been addicted to it these days." Jaymi laughed, "When my mom was pregnant with me all she wanted was grapefruit, but I've never heard of actually craving barbecue sauce." You shrugged, taking another bite, "Well, it's just a mixture of the food together, you honestly wouldn't think that it would be so specific. Jaymi stood up from the table, dumping his dish in the sink, "Sweetie, I love you, I really do, but I don't think I can watch you eat this." He said. You smiled, "Now you know how I felt when you were making eggs all the time." Jaymi grinned, placing a kiss on your forehead, "I'm sorry, this is just miserable."</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">JJ: The microwave beeped and you hurried to the kitchen, your stomach grumbling quite loudly. Your cravings had been weird, to say the absolute least, and you had been waiting to try this out for days. Taking a bite out of the meal, you moaned, letting the flavors sink in as you made your way to the couch."JJ, you have to try this, it is really amazing." JJ looked up from his phone, wrinkling his nose at the sight of your food, a hot pocket smothered in sour cream. He moved over towards you, plopping down on the sofa, and bringing the food up to his mouth, taking a quick sniff before grabbing a big bite. "Oh my god." He mumbled, his mouth full of food as his eyes widened, "this is amazing." "Right?" You replied, grinning. "This is almost as good as the pickles and ice cream." He said, putting the hot pocket back on the plate. "You need to keep these cravings up, we're discovering some pretty amazing food." You laughed, "We'll probably look back on this and think of how incredibly disgusting it was." JJ nodded, "Yeah, but for now it's freaking awesome, and that's all that matters." You sighed, taking another bite, closing your eyes in absolute content, "Definitely."</li>

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