Chapter 176
"Perhaps it's time to go now," I said as I watched her eat her fifth blueberry flavoured something. I was failing to keep up between the four pieces of candy floss, seven chocolate bars, and other things I couldn't name.
Yeah, someone loves their candy.
"WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO LEAVE? DID YOU KNOW THAT NEW YORK IS THE CAPITAL STATE OF PARIS? YEAH, BUT IT'S A BIG SECRET. THE GOVERNMENT IS HIDING ALIENS FROM US. I WANT TO GET MARRIED IN A PURPLE DRESS. WE SHOULD TOTALLY ADOPT SOME PENGUINS. NAYME IS TOTALLY CUTE! I WONDER WHEN SPARKLES IS GOING TO HAVE LITTLE PUPPIES. WE'RE GETTING MARRIED EVERYBODY!!!"
And I thought she was a fantastic drunk.
I got up and threw her over my shoulder, despite the risk of her throwing up on me. "We're leaving now."
"Is she right?" an older lady asked me. She was sitting with a group of other adults as they watched on amusedly.
"New York is not the capital state of Paris," I replied as I got blossom's teddy bears together.
They laughed as the woman shook her head. "I meant about you guys getting married. We're wondering about the ring on her finger."
"Oh! Yes, we are engaged," I confirmed.
"It looks like you guys have quite the adventure ahead of you," one of the men commented while blossom babbled on about the blue whales and the cotton candy dancing about her vision.
"Oh, you have no idea," I replied.
"Well, we can definitely see that you love her a lot, so congratulations and good luck," they said.
"Thank you," I responded before getting blossom back to the car.
I had to activate the second seatbelt on the passenger seat so that I could strap her down and keep her from touching buttons. I was driving the Maserati, and quite frankly, I couldn't have her killing us in her state.
When we got to Lillian's house, it was already getting dark out. I had driven around, hoping that blossom would come down from her high, but no such luck. Instead, she was just going on and on about irrelevant things.
Another thing that was secretly pissing me off.
I mean here she was, having verbal diarrhoea, but not revealing anything worthy. We still haven't gotten around to talking about her shady behaviour, and I was hopeful that she would slip up and tell me something, but no such luck.
"I'm here, and I brought the water and the gum. I also brought the bucket, though I don't understand why you need one to begin with," Brady told me. I'd just parked the car and texted him to come outside and to bring a bucket, some gum and a bottle of water.
"This is why," I told him before opening the passenger door.
"What is wrong with her?" he asked as we listened to her trying to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star backwards.
"Sugar," was my only response.
He rolled his eyes. "And she wonders why we keep it away from her. So what's the plan?"
"Grab her arms," I instructed.
"Ok, but I still don't get what we're doing," he replied as I grabbed her legs.
"We're going to swing the sugar out of her," I hinted.
"Huh?" he said, clearly not getting it.
"We're going to make her sick, so that she throws up," I elaborated.
"Why couldn't you have just said that?" he asked, rolling his eyes.
"Excuse me for thinking you were smarter," I taunted as we swung her.
At first, she was having the time of her life. She was squealing and giggling, until the dizziness settled in. We watched as she slowly but surely stopped being giddy and instead looked sick. That's when I let go of her legs and Brady caught her while I grabbed the bucket. I made it to her just as she hunched over to hurl.
"I hope you learnt your lesson young man," Brady told me mockingly as I held blossom's hair.
That's the second time I've had to do this in my life.
"You can very well trust that I have. I had no idea she reacts like this to sugar," I admitted.
"Trust me, you're not the only one to find out the hard way. She can control herself, but it also depends on the environment. Where were you guys?" he asked.
"The amusement park," I murmured.
Understanding dawned on him. "AKA Sugar Heaven."
"She went nuts. The only other time I've ever seen her this crazy was last week when she killed some guys," I said vaguely.
"Because this is you and my sister we're talking about here, I'm just going to pretend that you guys killing is a normal thing and not freak out like a part of me is doing right now. Instead, I'm just going to kindly advise that you keep her away from anything sugary for a while," he responded.
"Got it," I said with a nod before blossom groaned.
"I hate sugar," she whined.
"Sure you do," Brady told her, earning himself a glare.
"I'm just saying that you should've known better," he told her.
"There was so much of it, even candy I hadn't seen in years. I had to have it," she said briefly before continuing her hurling.
We stayed outside with her until she stopped throwing up. We gave her a bottle of water, before Brady gave her the gum. He went back inside, leaving us outside. I suggested we sit in the car for a while. We sat in silence for the longest time.
"I'm sorry," she finally said.
"You have nothing to be sorry about," I replied.
"I'm not apologizing for tonight and you know it," she said lowly.
"Who were you making international calls to? Who did you call in Cuba, Shanghai and Barcelona?" I dared to ask.