I was so tired. We took a limo to my apartment. I was starving. I had a craving for double chocolate ice cream and chicken wings. We finally walked in the door, “Ashton, would you call Wong’s and order wings?”“Wings? Are you sure you want that this time of night?”“Yes I do, I’ve got this craving.”“If you eat those spicy wings this late it’s going to make you sick.”“That’s the chance I’m willing to take,” I wanted them in the worst way.“Ok, but I warned you about eating this late.” I think I ate wings, until they were coming out of my nose. I hated to admit it, but Ashton was right, as fast as I ate them, they came up even faster. My head hung over the toilet for an hour. “Do you want me to call the doctor?” he asked, laughing. “I tried to warn your hard head, you just wouldn’t listen.” He wiped my head with a cool towel. “There is no need to call the doctor. I’ll be ok in a minute.”“I know you were just being greedy, eating all those wings.”“Lesson learned, but I still want the ice cream.”
