"I love carnivals," I told Rosalie as we walked through the crowd off people, passing assorted type of game stalls and such. "I like it better when they have ice cream and cotton candy stands," I grinned, nudging my chin towards the colourful tent.
Rosalie chuckled. "You're too adorable," she said and then blushed, "I mean... err,"
I laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You like me."
She slapped my arms playfully, her cheeks red as it could be. it was so adorable. "I don't like you."
I rolled my eyes, playfully ruffling her hair. "Of course you don't, squirt. You adore me, the great most handsome Caleb Salvatore."
She shook her head. "The c.ocky genes."
I laughed. "You know you like it."
"Whatever," she said with a smile hidden at the side of her mouth. "You still want your cotton candy?"