A Reason To Love Carnivals

Soooo this was something I wrote to combat my writers block~ im not even sure I should continue it, tell me if you think I should!

~Kitteh out~

Chapter One: The Zipper

I was getting ready to go to the carnival with my friends Nudge and Angel, but I was torn between two different outfits. One was a pair of black skinny jeans and a grey tee shirt with my favorite pair of black, green and blue converse, and the other was a pair of blue skinny jeans, a red tee shirt, and my black, purple, and white Nike's. I frowned as I examined the two outfits, I was just about to pick when Nudge burst into the room, already ready.

"Maaaaaax!" she screeched, standing next to me.

"We're laaaate! I mean, Gazzy and Iggy have been waiting for like, ever! Do you think they have blown the carnival up yet? I bet they have! Or at least gotten them kicked out for life! I swear if they blew up the carnival I would kick there butts! I love that carnival! Isn't Angel getting your car right about now? And why are you still in your PJ's? Weren't you supposed to be re-"I clapped a hand over her mouth at that point, cutting her off mid rant.

"Nudge," I growled, she nodded.

"Shut the hell up!" I let go of her and she blinked, nodding again.

"good, now help me pick witch one to wear!" I exclaimed, moving over so she could see the outfits. She examined them for a moment before looking up at me. The blue jeans with the grey shirt and the Nike's." she said after a while, smiling at me.

"Thank you now get out!" I ushered her out of the room before getting dressed quickly.

After I had changed and Angel had gotten my shiny new silver Altima from my garage, we started the treck to the carnival; it was a little over a half an hour from my house. I was now listening to dynamite by Tiao Cruz. It was one of my most favorite songs. I sang along with it as the chorus started.

"I throw my hands up in the air sometimes, saying heyy-ohh, gotta let go!

I wanna celebrate and live my life sayin' heyy-ohh! Baby lets go!

Cause we gon' rock this club, we gon' go all night, we gon' light it up, like its dynamite!

Cuase I told you once, now I told you twice, we gon' light it up like its dynamite!" I laughed as nudge joined in, finishing the song with me. Luckily by the time we finished that song and listened to a few more good ones, we were at the entrance to the carnival. We all smiled and cheered as we got out of the car.

After we purchased tickets and stuff, we went to meet with the guys; we were over an hour and a half late. They were standing over by the Zipper just as we had told them to, angry expressions' on there faces as they jogged over to us. Gazzy was the first to speak.

"you guys are soooo late!" he cried, glaring at us.

"yeah sorry bout' that Gazz, I couldn't figure out what to wear" I said sheepishly, smiling at him.

"Ha I knew it! You owe me thirty dollars Gazz!" Iggy laughed as Gazzy reluctantly gave him his last thirty bucks. Soon enough the rest of us joined too.

"Hey An-"I went to talk to Angel but she was being dragged off by Gazzy to the bumper carts. I turned to talk to Nudge only to find her already in line at the roller coaster. I huffed and went into the line for the Zipper by myself; hoping some other idiot forgot that this was a ride that required two people. After a while a few people got on, but I noticed that a guy dressed in all black did not, and he was at the front of the line. I hesitated for a moment before going up to him and tapping him on the shoulder. After a seconds delay he turned to me, an eyebrow raised.

"what?" he said, sounding rather bored.

"do you not have someone to ride with emo boy?" I teased, knowing perfectly well that he wasn't emo. He glared at me.

"No, I don't" he practically growled at me, a hint of anger in his eyes.

"wanna ride with me then?" I asked, giving him an apologetic look. A smirk crossed his features.

"sure, whatever." He mumbled before taking my wrist and pulling me up to the car that was waiting for us, passing the person that ran the ride in the process. I didn't trust that man at all. As soon as we were strapped in and ready to go, the man started the ride.

"So, what's your name?" I yelled over the screams of the other passengers on the ride.

"Fang!" he yelled back, looking over at me. "Yours?" I smiled at him.

"Max!" I yelled to him, laughing as the car flipped upside down. After a while I noticed that the ride hadn't stopped, and that it was getting faster. Fang's eyes grew hard.

"Hold on as tightly as you can!" he growled loudly to me, and I instantly did what he told me to; just as the door to the car swung open. I screamed, dangling up off the ground. He cursed loudly and reached for me, calling my name at the same time. I was about to grab his hand when my fingers slipped, sending me plummeting towards the ground.

(hehehe. . . so how was it? Should I continue with this one?)

~Kitteh out~