At The Carnival
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Disclaimer: I hate disclaimers. I kinda forgot to put up for the last two chappies. I hate JP for breaking up FAX tho.
Max POV
I slip my hand in Fang's (wiggles eyebrows) and pull him towards a rubber ducky catching booth to ask for directions to the glorious rollercoaster. When I look back at him, I see a blush creeping up his cheeks. It quickly disappears when I catch sight of it, but (haha!) it was there all the same. (winks!) Fang's hand gets a little clammy and I allow myself a tiny smile, but making sure Fang doesn't see it.
Smiling knowingly, we reach the booth and a boy about my age with curly brown hair and bright hazel eyes comes to attend to us. His gaze sweeps over me at first, but comes right back and is glued to my face.
"How…how may I help you, miss?" The guy straightens up and winks at me. I giggle flirtatiously (now why did I do that? *winks again mischievously* you guess…) . I can feel Fang step up behind me as he glares his best icy death glare at the guy. The guy meets his onyx eyes and practically shrinks back. I guess he's just not tough enough to deal with angry (and jealous? Hmm hmm? Cut it out Max. Gah. Angel's been getting to me. So all those totally mad brackets? They are the immature, not-Max part of Max) Bird kid Fang.
"Where's the rollercoaster?" I ask, smirking at a certain someone behind me's behavior,
The guy doesn't even speak. He looks severely traumatized as he points in the direction of the rollercoaster. I can even see his hand trembling a bit.
"Thanks," I grin at the poor, pained looking guy who was so unfortunate enough to undergo the evil glare of an angry bird kid treatment when he was just trying to be friendly. Maybe a little too friendly, but never mind that.
Tugging Fang again by the hand, we squeeze through the crowd of people. Every time a guy comes up and starts staring at me, Fang would be right behind me, and I'm positive I can see the poor innocent guy stumble away, his eyes burning for Fang's glare. Then when I look back at Fang, he'd give me a small lopsided grin, and me feet would go all melty.
So that delicious process of yummy Fang smiling and me going gooey at the legs repeats itself so many times until I don't think my legs look normal anymore until we finally reach the rollercoaster. It's bursting with people as we slide through the enormous crowd to the booth. Again, the booth guy stares at me and lives the rest of his miserable unfortunate life traumatized.
I board a rollercoaster carriage, thinking Fang is behind me. I look around for Fang, but he's nowhere to be seen. A chill runs up my spine and my heart is filled with worry.
"Fang?" I shout, cold sweat running down my cheeks. "Fang? Oh, no, please…" My insides are chock full of frantic chaos and my heartbeat quickens to a thunderous roar. Pleaselethimbefine,pleaselethimbefine…Oh, no, shit, what if he's been killed? Kidnapped? By flyboys or M-geeks or mechanical erasers – thoughts run through my mind at the speed of light. Thisisallmyfault!Whydidn'tIlookoutforhim, I inwardly chide my stupid self.
I'm just about to get out of the rollercoaster to look for Fang when – a muscular, calloused hand grips my elbow and pulls me back down.
"Looking for me?" A familiar voice beside me smirks in amusement. I whip my head around so fact I'm surprised my head didn't drop off. Fang! He was sitting right beside me the whole time! Embarrassment changes to anger as I yell at him.
"Can't you be more freaking visible to the world! Can't you just breathe more and let the world know you're actually alive!" Obviously, that 'world' refers to me. "Do you know how worried –" Whoops, slip of the tongue. Shouldn't admit that. I resign myself to crossing my arms and looking away.
Fang's look of amusement changes to a somewhat half-apologetic, half gleeful look. He opens his mouth to say something, just when – "Hello, everyone! You are riding the intergalactico now! Our employees will come around to belt you up! Blast off in 5, 4…" The voice coming from a colourfully dressed guy in a loudspeaker stops as a employee dressed in black walks over to every seat to pull down the metal bar. When he reaches Fang and I, he stares at me a little too long for friendliness and Fang practically spits out the words, "Don't you have other people to help?" I smile inwardly as the employee shoots Fang an annoyed look and moves on.
In no time, the rollercoaster rockets off, Fang and me squished (comfortably, though) together in one carriage.