The night had come, the carnival had come to fruition. In a small clearing, away from the humans and the town, surrounded by trees was the annual festival of lights. The twinkling lights wrapped around the trees and connected to large posts that were placed up. The wonderful aromas of sweet and salty foods filled the air; cotton candy, pretzels, popcorn, churros. The entire town was there, having fun and taking part in the games and attractions.. the pinnacle being the ferris wheel. It towered over every attraction at the carnival, and sparkled with all the lights.

"Ellie! Slow down!" Rosalie shouted "I don't want to lose you!"

Ellie stomped her foot down "Mom…."

Ratigan held Rosalie's hand "Dear, just let her go."

"P.J stay with Charlie!" Rosalie added.

Both of them shouted behind them, as they were racing away from the adults "Got it!"

Ratigan smiled, peering over at Charlie, who was standing with Prudence and Victoria. In her long purple dress with lace sleeves, she was the picture of loveliness, but there was something wrong. She was solumn, standing annoyed and agitated. Ratigan's smile disappeared "Charlie?" he whispered "What seems to be the matter, shouldn't you be in a happier mood?"

"I'm trying poppa.. I just… I can't.. being in public is very hard for me now.." she nervously touched her shoulder with her opposite hand. She attempted to smile "I don't know if I feel comfortable being out here."

"Oh come now! It could lighten up! Who knows, someone could come and surprise you!" he said, throwing his arms up in delight "I think you might have a good time tonight."

She chortled "I doubt that."

Right ahead of them, was Seymour and Aldolpho, Seymour was leaning on one of the walls of the rides. Seymour had a notebook in his hands "Alright, Mr. Carter said they'd be right here… Remember, use your head today." He opened the notebook "Your cockiness isn't going to work with her so just be patient."

"Uh huh.." Adolpho combed back his dark black hair.

"Make the conversation about her."

He looked at his reflection in a small mirror that he held in his hand, picking his tougne through his teeth "Yes, yes.."

Seymour glanced at the notebook, studying the notes Ratigan had given them "Remember, be kind and patient with her… compassion is the key.." He chortled and looked up at Aldolpho, who was lost in the world of his mirror "Sure.." Aldolpho looked down at the little mouse "Do not worry! I am sure I got this under control."

"Well, get ready because here comes your sweetheart now." He nudged his leg, making Aldolpho trip but quickly recover. Aldolpho rose up and made eye contact with Charlie, who smiled "Hello Aldolpho."

"Senorina Charlie… you look lovely." He kissed her hand gently, and subtly winking at Ratigan "Shall we go explore this uh… carnival?"

Charlie hesitated, and looked back at Ratigan and Rosalie. Ratigan pushed her forward "Go ahead my dear, go have fun!" Charlie looked back at her mother who smiled sympathetically to her. Charlie accepted Aldolpho's arm and started to walk. Ratigan leaned down to Seymour "Make sure she's taken care of."

He nodded "Fine." He whispered to himself, while tucking the notebook deep in his pocket "Writer slash servant slash babysitter…"

Rosalie bit her lip nervously "I should go."

Ratigan grabbed her hand "And where do you think you are going Miss?"

"I am going to check on Ellie and P.J!" she said worriedly. Ratigan spun her around to face him, placing a arm around her waist "I do believe they have a live band at the gazebo.." he pulled her closer "They'll be fine."

"I suppose." She said, sighing romantically "Maybe a dance or two." She smiled walking with him "You still make my heart skip a beat."

"I know." He said confidently.

"So…" Charlie started "Where to first?" she grabbed his arm and gasped "Oh my gosh! Look at those prizes!" A small carnival game was across from them. The Vendor smiled "Come one come all! Knock a bottle, Get a prize! Always a winner!"

Ellie stood behind the stand "P.J are you done?" P.J crawled underneath the stand back to where Ellie was, holding a mixture and a brush "Are you sure this is gonna work?" Ellie laughed "It's a mixture Alex wrote me about, it's stronger than glue and dries faster than paint!" She giggled again "Come on let's go watch."

P.J hesitated "I don't know about this.."

Ellie sighed "P.J, do you wanna see Charlie happy?" she saw him nod, "Then alright, follow me!"

Charlie grinned "Wow… look at all the stuffed toys!" she swooned "Aw! Look at the puppy!" there on top of the stand was a puppy stuffed toy, a red ribbon tied around its neck. She grinned "It's so cute!" The vendor smiled, a gold tooth glimmering in his smile "One dollar to play, what do you say big boy! Win a prize for the lovely lady!" he winked. Aldolpho flexed his muscles "That will be a piece of cake!" he slapped the dollar on the wood panel, seeing the vendor take it with pleasure. He handed him three baseballs "Okay slugger, all you gotta do is hit one of the bottles stacked up over here." He gestured to the empty milk bottles "Knock one and the puppy is yours!"

Charlie grinned "Go on Aldolpho! I know you can do it!"

"Me too!" he placed the baseball in his arm, and threw it hard at the bottles. Ellie watched in anticipation, seeing the ball bounce off of the bottles and head with a great force right to Aldolpho. He bounced back, feeling the force of the ball hit his head. He dropped to the floor with a thud. Charlie gasped "Aldolpho!" she knelt on the floor and slapped his face gently "Are you alright?" Aldolpho grinned, his eyes spinning around "The meatballs are a spicy mama!" his head flopped back on the ground, eyes closing. Prudence and Victoria rushed to the scene "OH my! Is he alright?"

Charlie shook her head "No! The baseball hit him in the head! I don't know what to do!" Prudence rushed to Aldolpho's side, holding his head in her hands "Oh, poor thing… go and get the medical aid and I'll stay with him."

Charlie nodded "Alright." She rushed off, feeling the wind in her hair. Charlie ran through the festival ground, not knowing where to turn. She saw a large group convening near the ferris wheel. The attraction leader was shouting "One more! I need one more!" Charlie walked up the steps and tapped the mouse on the shoulder "Excuse me, do you know where the nurses station is?"

"Finally!" he shouted "Another person!" he grabbed her arm "We've been waiting for another person to ride the ferris wheel!"

"But I, no I can't-" she pleaded. It was too late. She was locked in the ride, that was starting to head higher and higher. She looked next to her and groaned "Oh no.."

"Hey." Seymour said, happily munching on the last of his popcorn "How's it going?"

"I was looking for the nurses station! Aldolpho is hurt!" the ride began to rise. Seymour chortled "Well, you're not gonna find it here." He pointed to the left of the festival "It's in that tent, can you see it? The one with the red cross on the tent?"

She groaned "Yes." Looking around, she huffed "Well, as soon as this ride is over I am going over to help Aldolpho."

"Whatever you say... go help your boyfriend."

She groaned heavily "He's not my boyfriend."

"He sure does act like it." Seymour said.

Charlie took the rest of his popcorn, throwing the bucket over the edge. Seymour groaned "I paid a whole dollar for that!"

Ellie crept behind the ride, along with P.J, holding an icecream in his hand. Ellie looked up, shielding her eyes "Okay, they are at the top." She said, seeing the generator next to her putter and buzz. She thought for a moment "Nice machine." She patted it "Welp, goodbye.. Give me the icecream."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure!" she grabbed the icecream and looked up "Ready in three, two, one!" she threw the ice cream into the generator, causing it to sputter and eventually shut off.

The ride stopped, screeching to a halt. The yellow basket that held them started to swing back and forth, then slowed down. Charlie looked beneath her "What happened?" the lights started to flicker, suddenly turning off completely. She yelled beneath the cage "WHAT HAPPENED?"

"THE GENERATOR IS BROKEN!"

"Oh no…" both of them said at the same time.

Seymour leaned back in the basket, causing it to swing "Great. Stuck up here with you."

Charlie scowled "Well, I'm not partial to you either so… shut up.. I wonder how Aldolpho is."

"Better than us I'm sure." He muttered, loud enough for Charlie to hear.

Prudence held Aldolpho's head in the nurses station, softly rubbing his temples. Victoria stood next to her "I hope Charlie's alright."

"I don't know where she is." She said worriedly. Prudence looked down at Aldolpho "He's so… beautiful.." she moved a hair out of his face. She heard him stir "Oh, he's waking up."

Aldolpho's eyes began to flutter open, he looked up at Prudence's face, her blonde hair curling around her face and her bright icy blue eyes filled with concern and kindness. Aldolpho smiled "Hello Miss Prudence.." Prudence rubbed his head "You had quite a spill, we were all worried… well, I was."

He rose off of the hospital bed "Oh, my head." She bandaged him, gently tapping his head with the anticeptic. It made him flinch "I'm sorry." Aldolpho grabbed her hand, holding it in hers "You are an angel Miss Prudence. You saved me… others would have left me for dead."

"Please, call me Prudy." She said with a giggle. Aldolpho rubbed her hand "Thank you for mending my wound." Meanwhile, Victoria rolled her eyes "You fell, you didn't fight in the war.."

"Prudy.. I like that name." he squeezed her hand "It is the sound of the angels opeing the gates of heaven Prudy."

"I like Aldolpho.." she dreamily said, her eyes immediately widening "OH! I mean I like your name.. your name is…." She sighed "Lovely."

He kissed her hand gently, making her sigh again "Miss Prudy, I must go.. Goodbye." He slapped an icepack on his head, grimaced and walked through the tent. Victoria patted Prudence's shoulder. Prudence sighed "He is like a dream."

Victoria shrugged "Sure, but his heart belongs to Charlie."

She groaned "I know"

Rosalie smiled, feeling Ratigan's arms around her waist "James!" She squealed "Keep your hands above my waist!" she giggled. Ratigan giggled "I can't help it my dear, you look absolutely ravishing tonight, and my hands have a mind of their own!"

Her yellow skirts spun around "James! You are acting like a teenager."

"Well, my fiancé.. are you questioning this union? We are the young couple aren't we?" he dipped her, whispering in her ear "Shouldn't we act like it?"

Rosalie grinned, placing her arm around Ratigan's neck "You know what? You're right."

He held her in his arms, staring into her eyes. She became nervous, pulling a piece of hair out of her face "What?"

"I'm enjoying the view."

She sighed "Sure." She said simply. She looked around the fairground "What is it?" he asked her. Rosalie "I'm just worried about Charlie.. She should be happy like this." She slowed her dancing. Ratigan sighed "She will be.. give it time dear."

"I just…" she paused "To be honest with you… I don't trust that Aldolpho.. What if he's after her money? After our money? something just doesn't feel right the minute he walked through the door. Are you sure he's even a wedding planner?"

He stopped in his tracks, subtley asking "What would make you say that?"

"Oh I don't know." She took a breath to herself "I'm just paranoid… I've always been paranoid.. I act like the sky is falling."

Ratigan recovered, touching her face with his hand "He means no harm! I'm sure of it."

"I just feel I have no right to be happy, when she is still heartbroken. I don't trust him and I know something is wrong." She rubbed a hand through her hair. She noticed that they had stopped dancing "I'm so sorry… I'm a mess." She began to walk away, down the steps of the gazebo. Ratigan took her hand "Rosalie.. please.. trust me…" she turned, looked him right in the eyes and smiled. Ratigan squeezed her hand lovingly "I wouldn't do anything behind your back.." Ratigan, feeling a twinkle of gulit, cursed himself "I promise." She hesitated as she was pulled up, and pulled into another dance.

Ratigan grinned "I miss dancing like this.. We should do this more often."

Rosalie smiled "We should hire someone for our first dance! To teach us!" she grinned hopefully "Wouldn't that be nice?"

He saw that she was happy and shook his head, her eyes were bright like a child on Christmas "Yes, of course."

Fidget appeared on the side of the gazebo, leaning on the fence "Boss! Boss! Boss!"

Ratigan rolled his eyes "What? What could possibly be wrong now!" He stubbornly stomped his foot down "Can't you see we're having time to ourselves?"

Fidget coiled and leaned down "Oh.. okay… Well I thought you should know, Charlie and Seymour are trapped on the ferris wheel… but alright."

Rosalie let go of her embrace "Charlie?!"

Ratigan groaned "Seymour?!"

"So…. Nice weather up here." Seymour says. Charlie scoffs "Don't make small talk with me."

"Well excuse me for trying to lighten the mood of our situation."

"The sooner the foreman gets here the better." She started to rub her bare shoulders "I'm cold."

Seymour looked up at the sky "Yeah well it is pretty brisk.. but the stars are nice out tonight." He attempted to lighten the mood. Looking over at Charlie, he saw her black wavy hair softly blowing in the breeze. Her bright brown eyes staring out into the horizon. Her bare shoulders were no match for the cold air, causing her white fur to rise with the chills.

She crossed her arms "Wish I brought a jacket." She mutters under her breath.

"Oh well, good thing I have mine." He says with a joking chuckle. Charlie scoffed again. Seymour rolled his bright blue eyes "I guess I can't have a sense of humor here either." Seymour started to take his dark brown coat off his shoulders. Charlie is taken aback, and raises a brow.

Seymour grins "Oh come on.. I can't be that cruel." He hands it to her, inticing her by shaking it in front of her eyes. Seymour laughed to himself, Charlie stubbornly grabbed it, but Seymour moved his hand too fast. Charlie reached for it again, this time playing a small game of tug and war with Seymour. Seymour started to grin wider "Geez you're stronger than I thought!" They continued to fight, one force against another. Charlie groaned "Let it go!"

"Come on! You gotta fight for it!" Seymour said happily.

Charlie pulled hard "I said, LET. IT. GO!" on the last word. Seymour grinned "As you wish!" he let go and Charlie nearly fell out of the cart. Half her body hung out of the cart, as she watched the jacket flutter to the ground. Her lace sleeve was caught on the side of the cart, holding her securely, but slowly starting to rip. Charlie shouted "Help me! Help me please!" Charlie gasped in alarm as started to see the small bodies on the ground "Wow, this is really high!" Seymour hurried to her, grabbing her hips and attempting to pull her back up. Charlie gasped "Hey!"

"I have to grab your hips to pull you up!" he continued to pull, her sleeve ripping off completely. Charlie's eyes began to spin, she watched the lace flutter down, as the jacket did. Charlie covered her mouth "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Cover your eyes, and breathe in and out slowly."

"But I-"

"Do it Miss Charlie!" Seymour said. Charlie was taken aback once more, and did as he told her. She covered her eyes and started to breathe, feeling Seymour lift her back into the cart. She continued to keep her eyes closed tightly, breathing as she felt herself sit back in her seat. Seymour touched her shoulder "Miss Charlie? You can open your eyes now.." he watched one of her eyes open slowly, and then the next one. She breathed slowly and looked right into Seymour's eyes. "Are you alright?"

She nodded "You saved me."

Seymour touched her shoulder "Answer my question."

"Yes… I think so." She scooted away from the edge of the seat looked at her hands. They stayed quiet for a moment, which felt like forever. Seymour pulled a small piece of candy out of his pocket, handing it to her. "Here… when I get nervous I eat a piece of candy… explains my figure." He said with a chuckle. Charlie smiled very lightly, taking the candy in her hands and unwrapping the plastic. She took a glance at her sleeve "Well, looks like we both weren't meant to be warm."

Seymour smiled "Huh, You do have a sense of humor!"

Charlie rolled her eyes "Thank you." She said with a small grin. She paused for a moment, taking a breath and looking at the stars "Thank you for saving my life."

Seymour's eyes widened "Oh! It was nothing." He stopped "Not that you're nothing, but it was nothing.. I just… um… You're welcome."

"You've been quite the hero lately." She said, placing the candy in her mouth.

Seymour shrugged, a little cockish "Well, being such a hero type. You know how it is, saving innocent youth from sudden doom is my specialty…" He glanced over at Charlie, who crossed her arms in annoyance. He stopped "Sorry, well thank you. Your family seems a little accident prone. Especially you and your sister."

Charlie took a deep sigh "You have no idea."

"HELLO?! ANYONE WHO IS UP THERE?!" a voice echoed from down the ferris wheel. Charlie and Seymour looked down to see half of the carnival staff standing around the wheel. The ticket vendor shouted "WE'RE TRYING OUR BEST TO GET YOU GUYS DOWN! OUR FOREMAN IS ON HIS WAY!"

Seymour rolled his eyes and shouted down the wheel "WHY ISN'T HE HERE NOW?!"

The ticket vendor shouted back "FUNNY STORY, HE'S AT ANOTHER CARNIVAL RIGHT NOW IN THE NEXT TOWN! JUST STAY PUT!"

"WE WEREN'T PLANNING ON MOVING!" Seymour yelled back "Geez louise, how can this get any worse?"

Charlie looked ahead of the crowd "Oh no.."

Aldolpho appeared through the crowd, with a bandage wrapped around his head, yelled up the wheel "CHARLOTTE! MY SWEET MISTRESS! I WILL HELP YOU DOWN!"

The vendor shook his head "Sorry bub, you're gonna have to wait with all of these other folks until the foreman arrives." The vendor and other employees stacked small caution fences in front of the attraction. Aldolpho grabbed the vendors arms "You do not understand! Someone of great importance is up there."

"Sure, and I'm a hundred pound supermodel named Lupe." He pushed him back and all the other people in the crowd "Everyone needs to back off of the attraction for now! Please go enjoy the other rides and games!"

Seymour crossed his arms "Great. Stuck up here for who knows how long."

"Bloody brilliant." She said

Seymour gave a faint chuckle and paused, looking at his partner on the ride. She was growing impatient, her brows furrowing in frustration, the only way to fix this was with a distraction "Where are you from?"

"Riverton Bridge." She said simply "Aren't you?"

"Nah, New York native, mom and dad traveled from Italy and then had me! So… I notice an accent, so… England?"

"Idaho." She said. She looked over at Seymour, who sat speechless. She couldn't take it anymore, she started to laugh lightly. Seymour grinned "Hey! Enough poking fun at me." Charlie laughed "Alright, alright, Oxford.."

"Huh.." he said rubbing his chin. Charlie crossed her bare arm under her sleeved one "What? You think that all of us are from the same part of England?" Seymour shook his head "No, No, No, I actually have a grandma who lives in Oxford.. She always sends me superbly nice clothes every year. Does she even know how I dress?" he grinned "What part?"

"I don't know… I never knew my actual parents."

Seymour raised a brow "But I-" he stopped "I'm sorry.. I never knew. When were you adopted?"

"When I was about nine or ten... I thought I'd never find a family until Rat-" she stopped herself quickly and took a breath to herself "Until I found them.." she said with a small smile gracing her face. She turned to him, noticing him stare sincerely "What?"

"Oh I.." he turned away "I didn't know… you all seem so close with each other I never would have guessed.. and you kind of resemble your dad." Charlie laughed "HA! What would make you say that?"

"Well… You should know." He said, his voice beginning to wilt. Charlie laughed "Should I?"

Seymour shook his head nervously "I'd rather not say." Charlie laughed again "Oh come on…" she noticed him nervously scoot away from her and fold his arms, she softend "Listen, anything you say I promise I won't repeat… I always keep a promise.. there is a truth about me." She said confidently. Seymour sighed, then continued "Alright, well, you're both very confident, that's for sure. You're both a little stubborn.. you both have dark black hair and almost the same nose shape.. and when you're upset your nose crinkles the same way.. and your eyes…" Seymour peered into her chocolate brown orbs, seeing something new, as if he was looking into her eyes for the very first time.

"My eyes?"

Seymour smiled "Yeah…" he said slowly "Their full of determination, but sincere in every way, it's so weird.."

"Weird?" She exclaimed. Seymour justified himself, taking a tug at his tie "Yeah. This whole time I don't think I've ever really looked into your eyes… they're nice.. like a deep chocolate brown." Charlie didn't notice how close they were, and neither did Seymour, they took a glance of how close they were to each other and immediately backed away, Seymour looked over at his watch, and Charlie tugged on a piece of her hair "Well, now I can see the resemblance. Others have told me.. but I didn't really convince myself that it was true."

"You have a real nice family."

"Thanks." She said softly "They mean a lot to me." She said. "Are you close with yours?"

Seymour shook his head "Well… my mother yeah, but my pops never supported the whole writing career-" he stopped, letting his secret slip, thoughts rambled through his cranium, attempting to bring the conversation back to her. He sat frozen in his seat, not knowing what to do. Charlie turned, and quirked a brow "Writing?" she leaned in closer "You're a writer?"

"Well.. um… I—I- I…" he had lost his words "I Um.. well. I do writing…"

"Along with wedding planning?" Charlie finished, her curiosity growing more and more.

"YES." He said happily. He had recovered, wiping his brow of any nervous sweating. He smiled, a little too wide for comfort "I am a wedding planner, that also writes.. on the side."

"Oh.. well.. that's nice." She said kindly. "Why isn't your father supportive?"

Seymour slouched in his seat "He never liked the idea of his one and only child pursuing what he calls a 'waste of time and money'." He rubbed a hand through his hair "I don't really talk to my folks.. a letter here and there but nothing from my dad.. you can tell it's my mom sending the letters and quoting how proud of me he is… but to each his own." He sat up, raising his hand dramatically "Life's but a walking shadow, A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more-"

Charlie finished the quote, holding her heart in admiration "It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Macbeth… you know Shakespeare?"

"Not personally." He joked "Yeah, I know all of his plays!" his eyes lightened, a brighter shade of blue than before "I think I've read each one at least twice." He said happily.

Her brown eyes brightened, she began to sat up in her seat "They're my favorite! My father would read me them before bed almost every night when I was little!" Seymour laughed "Are they really appropriate for a nine year old?"

"Sure they are! A nine year old like me." She said, putting her hands on her hips in defiance. She laughed "I wanted to put on a scene for my elementary school play, Macbeth act two scene two… My mom even made these fake blood pockets out of cane sugar, starch, and food coloring! It was amazing! I was so excited, my father even helped me make the Macbeth crown and the dagger. It was magic!" her ears fluttered down "But my teacher wouldn't let me do it.. she believed it was unsightly and inappropriate." She looked up at the sky "My father threw a fit at the parent teacher meeting.. he said this school needed culture and I was the only one to replenish that, that I was the single mouse capable of teaching the entire school…"

"That's one passionate father." Seymour said, crossing his arms

Charlie continued to smile, checking in with Seymour now and again "It was always more than that. He believes in me more than I believe in myself. I was only a nine year old girl, but he made me feel like I was somebody. Like I was the most important girl in the world."

Seymour grinned "Some pops.. You're lucky." He gave her a lopsided grin. Seymour clasped his hands together "So… What is your favorite Shakespeare play?"

"Oh… wow. That's a loaded question." She said, making Seymour laugh. She hesitated "Well.. I like Comedy of Errors… Twelfth night… Macbeth of course.. um… Midsummer.. Oh that one is wonderful… Measure for Measure-"

"I love measure for measure! It has just the right amount of drama and lust! But is there one that you don't like?"

Charlie hesitated again, feeling pressure to think of plays "It's hard to say, but one that I don't like is-"

Both of them decared at the same time "TAMING OF THE SHREW!" they gasped. Charlie's brown eyes widened "You don't like Taming of the Shrew?"

"No!" Seymour grimaced, his nose crinkling "I love Shakespeare, I really do.. but that play is just demeaning on women everywhere… The wordplay between Kate and Petruchio is something to marvel at! Something so inspiring and enlightening, but as soon as that is over it takes such a sour turn.. Kate is helpless, and submissive!" he shouted, almost with agony "It's pathetic!"

"I completely agree!" Charlie sat up, feeling the cart sway back and forth "It's unbelieveable.. I cannot believe that he would write someone so powerful to be so… powerless.." she sighed, looking around at the twinkling lights below her. Seymour took a breath in and out of his nose "So, any more plays? I heard you mention the comedies but any of the tragedies, the romantic ones?"

Charlie bitterly chuckled "No.. Not the one for romance since-" she stopped "Well.. you know."

He tapped her on the shoulder "I'm real sorry about what happened.." he scooted closer to her, making her look up into his eyes, covered with his glasses "What a jerk.. That Warner guy just sounds like a wormy guy." he heard Charlie laughed lightly "Hey, this is the first time I think I've heard you laugh…" he looked down at Charlie, who was wiping a tear on her face "Hey? What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She wiped another tear "Just thinking too hard."

"Hey, hey, hey! Do you know who you are? You're Charlotte Carter! Why, if I ever knew that I was so lucky to have a gal like you in my life, I would put a ring on that finger in an instant! I would never let you go!"

Charlie turned her head to face him, her eyes growing wide with concern "Really?"

"Of course I would!" Seymour said with a new love and admiration.

"You know, you're not all that bad Seymour.." Charlie smiled, laughing to herself. Seymour shrugged "You know, you're not all that bad… Miss Charlie."

"You can call me Charlotte.." she said, a slight blush adorning her white furred cheeks.

"I actually like that a lot better than Charlie.. to be honest." He looked right into her eyes once more, feeling his heart start to beat a little faster "I heard, they're putting on The Much Ado About Nothing at the Lexington theatre in a week… Only if you'd want to.."

"I'd like that.." she said with a bright smile "I'd really like that." She was superbly close to his face, starting to cause a small fog erupt in his glasses. There lips were right about to touch, half an inch distance from each other.

With a jerk, the ride started up again, to the cheer of all on the ground and on the ride. Seymour and Charlie made it to the bottom of the attraction. Not noticing that there hands were touching, Seymour's hand protectively on top of Charlie's.

Ratigan, along with Rosalie and the others waited at the bottom of the ride. Aldolpho pushed through the crowd, only to notice Seymour next to Charlie, touching her hand. Ratigan noticed this too, raising his brow in curiosity. Seymour, who felt the spotlight on him, let go of her hand. Charlie rushed off the ride, rushing into her parents loving arms. Rosalie shouted "Charlie! Are you alright!"

She turned to face Seymour, who was slowly getting off the ride "Yes! I'm great! I had a great time!"

"How so?" Ratigan asked. Charlie continued to smile "Oh, I had someone to keep me company." She stepped forward to face Seymour "We can talk tomorrow about Shakespeare, and we'll get tickets to that show in Lexington."

"That sounds great!" Seymour said, sounding a little too excited.

"What?" Ratigan whispered loudly. Charlie whispered to Ratigan in the ear "He likes Shakespeare, just like I do." She said happily. Rosalie noticed this and looked over at Charlie, bright and happy "You're in a good mood Charlie."

"Well, I had a good night, that's all." Charlie said, with a soft giggle. Aldolpho pushed himself through the crowd "Oh Charlie! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, How's your head?" she gently touched the spot where he was hit "That ball hit you so hard…"

He flinched "I am okay." He grabbed her hand "I am sorry to have left you all alone during the festivities… my lady I apologize."

Charlie continued to smile "I was fine! I had Seymour keep me company."

"What?!" He exclaimed, looking over at Seymour, innocently smiling at him. Charlie nodded "Yes. You know he's not all that bad when you get to know him." She turned, facing him. Rosalie raised a brow "Oh my gosh.."

"What is it?!" Victoria whispered. Rosalie shook her head "Isn't it obvious? Look at her?"

"Charlie, my love, let me escort you home.." Aldolpho placed a protective hand on her shoulder.

"Alright." She said, feeling defeated. Charlie turned her head "Goodnight, Seymour." She said with a bright smile.

Seymour smiled kindly back "Goodnight, Charlotte." He waved back at her, only to be blocked by a large shadow of Ratigan facing the boy "I think we need to have a little chat."

Ellie whispered to P.J, a mischievous smile on her face"I think that ice cream worked.."