A Forbidden Rumspringa (Gay Amish Romance Book 1) by Keira Andrews Page A

comic books Aaron used to read with him late at night, their heads together, keeping the lamp low.
    They drove up to a windowed booth adorned with yellow lights and a red sign that said Budweiser. Beneath it on a white board, black block letters spelled out the admission prices and a message:
    WHERE FRIENDS MEET FRIENDS.
    When David pulled up and rolled down the window with a press of a button, the white-haired man in the booth grinned.
    “Hi there, David. Glad you could make it for the last show of the season.” He ducked his head a bit and eyed Isaac. “I see you brought a pal. I’ll give you our customer appreciation rate since the first flick is almost over. It’ll be eight dollars total.” He ripped off a piece of paper.
    “Thanks, Mike. This is Isaac.” David handed over a bill and put the paper on the dashboard.
    “Howdy, Isaac. Hope we’ll see you again in the spring.” He passed two bills back to David.
    “Thank you,” Isaac replied.
    David found a place to park amid all the other vehicles. He turned the key, and the engine went dead with a rattle. Neither of them said anything for a few moments. Isaac stared up at the screen and monkeys dancing with what looked like joyful polar bears. “I don’t hear anything,” he blurted.
    With a smile, David turned the key one notch and pressed a button. The radio dial lit up, and music filled the truck. As David turned the knob, there was static and bursts of music until the number 94.1 appeared. David twisted another knob, and there were voices. After a moment Isaac realized it was the monkeys on the screen debating whether or not to share something with the bears. He found himself smiling. “Wow.”
    “Cool, huh? You stay here and watch. I’ll get us some snacks.”
    “No!” The thought of being alone in the truck in his English clothes watching a movie made Isaac queasy. “I’ll come with you.”
    As they walked toward a small rectangular brick building with an illuminated sign that proclaimed it the Snack Bar, Isaac’s cheeks burned. Most people were in their cars watching the movie, but he felt certain everyone was staring. That they knew. He kept his eyes on the ground.
    Inside it smelled deliciously like grease and popcorn, and a youngie girl with her long blonde hair pulled back through a baseball cap grinned.
    “Hey, David! Who’s this?”
    “Jessica, this is Isaac.”
    Isaac nodded. “How do you do?”
    She grinned again. “I do just fine, thank you. What can I get you? David, you want the usual?”
    “Of course.” David pointed out the menu board to Isaac. “Shorty’s Valley Famous BBQ Sandwich. The sauce is amazing. Or you can get a hot dog—or a chilli cheese dog. Or nachos. Jessica, we’ll get a large popcorn with extra butter too.” He glanced at Isaac. “Pepsi or 7-Up?”
    “Pepsi.” Isaac’s mouth watered. “I haven’t had one since I went to Warren the last time.”
    “Been a while, then?” David perused the chocolate bars in a glass display case in the counter.
    “Three years.”
    “I’d say you’re due.”
    At least eating and drinking English food wasn’t explicitly a violation of the Ordnung. They just didn’t get much of a chance in Zebulon. “Should I get a hot dog or nachos?”
    “Both.” David nodded to Jessica, who took tongs and plucked a hot dog from inside a machine that rolled the meat around.
    By the time they made their way back to the truck, they had so much food Isaac could barely hold his share. The first movie seemed to have finished, and words scrolled up the screen.
    “The people here are nice,” Isaac noted. “Do they…do they know where we’re from?” He mentally kicked himself for mentioning in front of Jessica that he hadn’t had Pepsi in years.
    David settled in behind the wheel. “I’m sure they do, but they’ve never said anything about it.”
    “You don’t think it’s dangerous? What if they told someone?”
    David snorted. “Who would they tell? It’s not like