Sorry for taking so long to update, so much has happened since then! School is finally over and I'm going to be a 'freshy' in August! . . . . Oh! And thanks to my friends, I had become a One Directioner. . . yeah. . . When I first heard of them, I just thought they were just a group of Justin Beibers. But now, thanks to a certain friend *ehem* SHAYLEE *ehem*, I have developed a stalker obession on Zayn Malik and Louis Tomlinson. . . . What has happened to me? t-_-t By the way, thanks for the reviews/alerts/favs you guys!


Playlist: Calvin Harris - Feel So Close


Ch. 11: Paul Takes Me To The Carnival

"Pick one."

I sighed, but couldn't help but let a smile form on my face, "Don't be so cocky. What makes you think you'll actually win one?"

Paul smirked and turned towards the game booth. He eyed the three tin cans that were all stacked up like a pyramid. Once he threw the ball, I thought it would of gone threw the wall of the game booth. Surprisingly his throw just left a big ass crack in the wooden wall.

The guy, who ran the booth, gaped at him. Damn, so did I. Paul got some serious muscles.

"Um, pick any one you would like." The guy said. He seemed a little scared of Paul. He then looked over at me then back at Paul. The guy seemed to be mulling over something in his head that obviously had to do with me and Paul.

Paul looked back over at me and smiled, "Now pick one."

I sighed, "I don't know. You pick one for me."

He looked up and scanned the stuffed animals. I watched him as his eyes stopped on a stuffed wolf. It was grey and about the size of an actual wolf. As I looked closer at it, it kind of looked like Paul.

Paul nodded up at the stuffed wolf animal, "That one."

Of course he would pick that one.

The guy grabbed a small ladder and climbed up to grab the stuffed animal. As the booth guy came down the ladder with it, I realized how the hell were we going to fit it with us on the bike.

He handed it to Paul with a 'Here you go' and turned back around to pick up the dented tin cans, all thanks to Paul.

I turned and looked up at Paul who was smirking.

Does he do that all the time?

"Here."

I held the wolf up and hugged it close. It was so soft and warm. I could already tell that I was going to start sleeping with this thing.

That sounded dirty. . .

"Thanks." I smiled up at him.

He was staring at me for a couple of seconds. He had that look again. The one when I first met him.

I waved a hand in his face, "Um hello?"

He blinked and that annoying smirk of his came back on his face.

"Sorry. Somethings been on my mind lately."

As my mind processed his words, I stared up at him in horror, "Ew! You Pervert!"

He gave me a look of confusion and then realization that I probably had misunderstood his words.

"What? Wait, no! Not like that! I'm not thinking of you like that!" He said, trying to ease my idea of him being a pervert. Which was not really working.

I turned and started walking away.

"Wait! I'm not a pervert! Forget I said that!" He said, following me instantly. It was kind of cute.

I headed for the Carnival's food court, trying my best not to laugh.


"You know, this thing looks like you."

"Yeah?"

"You know who I'll name it after?"

"Who?"

"Seth."

I could see Paul mentally facepalm himself.

Thats what he gets for being a pervert.

Through out the night we walked around the carnival and pretty much rode all the rides except for the roller coaster. I wanted to save it for last cause I thought it was a good way to end the night. Paul had just chuckled at my reasoning and said, "What ever makes you happy."

. . .Yeah, sounded cheesy.

When we finally got onto the roller coaster, we sat in the front. The front was always the best.

The cart was small. Forcing Paul and I to squeeze in together. It was all Paul's fault.

He was clearly to huge and tall for the cart. So for me to sit comfortably, he had to put his arm on top of my headrest.

To other people, it may seem romantic and shit. But to me, it was way more uncomfortable and awkward.

He could make a 'rapist move' or something.

When I realized this, I froze and slowly looked over at Paul. He looked too comfortable. He was smirking and eyeing our close proximity.

Pervert.

As the ride started slowly moving, I could feel Paul's hand touch my shoulder. It sent little tingly things down my spine. It was a weird feeling that I never felt before with another guy. As much I hated to admit it, I could feel little butterflies in my stomach. There was no way in hell I would tell that to the stalker, though.

When we reached the top, I excitedly threw my hands up along with Paul's. He seemed surprised for a second. I probably seemed like some psycho chick on crack.

Oh well.

After the ride was over, the carnival was already starting to close. So we headed for the exit, along with other families and couples. As we walked, Paul had grabbed my hand and held it in his. To my own surprise, I didn't bother saying anything about it. I kind of liked it.

"Tonight was really fun." I suddenly said.

Paul smiled down at me, "I had a great time with you." His hold on my hand slightly tightened.

I blushed, to my own dismay.

When we were about to exit the Carnival, I heard my name being called. I turned around.

My eyes locked onto the person that had the balls to even speak to me. I don't think that my mood has ever changed from actually happy to royally pissed so fast, my entire life.

"Who's that?" Paul asked, looking confused.

Not looking away from him, "Hey Paul?"

He looked down at me, "Yeah?"

"Hold my shit."