A/N: Sorry I got the parking thing wrong…I assumed it was like that because…well it just makes sense. I've been informed that that's how the system works in Canada though…anyway it isn't really important.


The funfair was literally just down the road from where we had parked and we could buy wristbands at the gate so we could go on all the rides without buying any tickets. I suddenly felt like a stupid ten year old, I mean come on, we were at a funfair. It was weird enough that Rob had thought of this, especially as it was Rob who had thought of it and now we were here it seemed like a bit of an immature thing to do. Never the less I decided that I would try and have a good time, besides it's nice to act like a kid every once in a while.

"So, what do you want to do first?" I asked Rob, taking in all the sights and sounds of the funfair. Then I remembered why it's called a funfair, the bright lights, excited screams of the little kids and the not so little kids, the smell of hotdogs and onions and the fast, fast rides. This was the perfect place for everyone, if you weren't a speed freak like me there were always other things to do, something for everyone. I smiled, this might not be so bad after all.

"I don't know. You choose."

"Hm…ok." I closed my eyes and stuck out my arm, pointing in a random direction, "There."

"Trust you to pick that even with your eyes closed." Rob chuckled. I opened my eyes to see my finger pointing at a small go cart track. I'm not kidding you, and I swear I had my eyes tightly closed.

"Oh. Cool, let's go." I grabbed Rob's hand, pulling him towards the go carts. We flashed our wristbands at the guy running the carts as we reached the front of the line and he handed us each a helmet. The people who had gone before us were just stopping and we were making our way towards the carts when I saw a sign saying 'NO RACING' in big, red capital letters. Well that isn't any fun. Rob followed my gaze to the sign and I caught a twinkle in his eye, it looked…mischievous.

He looked at me, "Pah, rules. They're made to be broken." He grinned and I mock gasped.

"You rebel, you!" I leaned in closer to whisper to him so the guy wouldn't hear, "I'll race you, but if we get in trouble I'm blaming it on you."

He nodded before we each climbed into a cart and waited for the green light that would tell us we were allowed to go. Rob nodded at me again and I shot him a fake competitive look, he grinned devilishly and mouthed 'Ready?'

I mouthed back at him, 'Bring it on' and then the light turned green and I desperately pressed my foot down on the acceleration pedal. Rob was in front from the start, shouting behind him, "Eat dirt, Mastriani!" That got me mad, in a not really mad, jokey kind of way. I tried to press harder on the pedal, trying to make the cart go faster, even though I couldn't push it any further into the floor.

"Take that back, Wilkins!" I screamed, desperately trying to go just that little bit faster, almost level with Rob now as we started our second lap.

"Never!" I was now level with Rob and I caught his eye as we turned a corner, I could tell he was having just as much fun as I was. Just as we were about half way through our third and final lap I overtook Rob by about five centimetres. I suddenly noticed the other two people on the track who were considerably younger than us; I hadn't noticed them before because I'd been so caught up in the race with Rob.

I grinned at Rob as I overtook him and seconds later crossed the finish line. He followed close behind and we both climbed out of our carts and yanked off our helmets, me shaking out imaginary hair. Rob chuckled at this before sending a glare in my direction.

"How did you win? You must have cheated."

I gaped at him, "How could you say such a thing? I would never cheat!"

He nodded, "Uhuh, sure Mastriani. I believe you." This was sarcastic, obviously, "I lost to a girl, I can't believe it."

I laughed, "Has that damaged your poor male ego? Aw." He pushed me lightly and I stick my tongue out at him, we really were acting like five year olds. We walked away from the tracks, giving our helmets back to the guy who was running the carts.

"You kids weren't racing were you?" The guy asked us, although he didn't sound like he was mad at us.

"Oh no," I said with a serious face, although I was cracking up inside, "We would never do that." I grinned at him, trying to look innocent.

"Sure. Go on, go, and try not to cause too much trouble." I grinned at him again before Rob wrapped an arm around my waist and we walked away.

"Well that was fun." I commented, only to be interrupted by Rob, unfortunately not by his lips on mine.

"Yeah, apart from being beaten by a girl."

"Aren't you over that yet? That was like a whole five seconds ago. Get over it." I punched him lightly on the arm and he stared at me, shocked.

"I don't think you wanted to do that." He told me, with a serious face.

"Oh I don't know, I think it was worth it."

"Oh yeah?" Suddenly he grabbed me and flung me over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, "Still think it was worth it?"

I shrieked, "Rob! Put me down!"

He chuckled, "You should have thought about that before you punched me."

"It didn't even hurt! Please put me down!"

"Nope." Was his casual reply, still holding me firmly in place, "So, what do you want to do now?" He asked, looking around and moving his body slightly so I moved too. Before I could answer he started walking, me pounding on his back to be left home. "Oh look, a fun house. Let's go in there."

He walked up to the queue for the fun house, getting a lot of strange looks from people, laughs from others and a couple of people even went 'Aw' which not only surprised me but made me blush.

When we reached the front of the line, well ok Rob reached the front of the line and since he was still holding onto me I was there too, the guy took one look at us and said, "Aren't you kids too big for this?" Which really doesn't make sense since he's telling us we're too old and calling us kids at the same time. I did agree with him though, since I wanted Rob to put me down. Actually I half hoped he wouldn't, put me down that is, it probably sounds really bad but I liked the feel of his hands on me, it was comforting and not entirely unpleasant.

"You know what?" I said, even though the guy couldn't really see me, since my face was buried in Rob's back, "You are exactly right. Which is why my boyfriend here is going to put me down right now, isn't that right, Rob?" It felt great being able to call him my boyfriend out loud.

"No, I don't think so." Then to the guy he said, "Oh come on, let us in. We'll behave." There was a pause before I heard the guy sigh, giving in.

"Right, you can go in but if I hear you've been causing any trouble I want you out of here." Rob nodded and shifted me on his shoulder, causing my t-shirt to ride up a little, leaving his fingers resting on the bare skin of my lower back, sending a shiver down my spine. And not because I was totally disgusted by it either.

"Thanks. Don't worry, we'll be good." And with that Rob walked into the fun house with my still hanging over his shoulder.

"Can you put me down now?" I was actually quite enjoying it but I wasn't about to tell Rob that, besides all the blood was rushing to my head.

"If you mean can I as in 'am I able to?' then yes, I can. However, if you mean can I as in 'will I?' then no. No I can't put you down now."

"Rob!" I whined, pounding on his back. He just laughed.

"In a minute." He continued walking though the fun house, I couldn't really see anything since I was facing Rob's back and the only thing that I'm sure we passed was a lot of little kids. Rob suddenly stopped, I couldn't see what was in front of us, or behind me I guess, but I knew it couldn't be good.

"I'll put you down now."

Suddenly I didn't want to be put down at all, "No, that's ok, I think I'll stay up here." That's when Rob literally through me from his shoulder and I landed in a pit of plastic balls.

"Rob! That was so mean!" I hated these things, there was no sure fire way to stop yourself from sinking, "I'm sinking, help me out?"

I stuck out my arms and pouted like a little girl wanting to be picked up by her mummy. Rob rolled his arms but grabbed my hands anyway, about to pull me up. Instead though I yanked hard and pulled him in with me. He landed on top of me and we both scrambled to our feet, well not exactly since we were surrounded by balls but whatever. We were both struggling to keep from sinking and Rob glared at me playfully.

"Way to go, Mastriani."

"You started it." I figured that since we were at a fun fair and were already acting like five year olds it was ok for us to use five year old logic, you know things like 'you started it' and 'I know you are but what am I?'

"Well that was a mature thing to say." Rob commented, rolling his eyes. I couldn't think of what to say next so I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"I know you are but what am I?" Rob chuckled and pulled me towards him, a pretty difficult feat since there were hundreds of plastic balls between us.

"You are so weird." I'm not sure if that was a compliment or an insult, or just a random comment.

"But you like my weirdness right?"

"Sure I do." What kind of answer was that? I didn't have too much time to dwell on this since Rob pulled me closer and his lips covered mine. I quickly responded, even though I was well aware of the fact that there were little children in the ball pit who were most definitely staring.

When we pulled apart a few seconds later I whispered, "I think maybe we should get out of here before we traumatise a few kids. Or one of their mums' comes along and whacks us with her handbag," I paused and looked down at us, we were both sinking, "Plus we're sinking and I'd rather not suffocate. Can you imagine the headlines? 'Psychic Freak and Her Somewhat Illegal Boyfriend Found Dead in Pit of Plastic Balls'. That would just be weird."

Rob gave me a look, I though it was a 'stop being so weird' look but it turned out to be a look of sympathy, "Jess, you might be psychic, you can't really change that, but you are not a freak."

I scoffed, "You only say that because you have to."

"I do not. And I am not your 'somewhat illegal boyfriend'. If anything, you are technically my somewhat illegal girlfriend since you're the one that's underage."

"Well if we're going to get technical about it, no one is illegal. You are just being extremely, and unnecessarily I might add, cautious."

"I am not being unnecessarily cautious, Mastriani. If my probation officer finds out I'm going out with you he'll be watching me like a hawk. And since I'm eighteen, making me an adult, in the eyes of the law," I almost giggled when he said that, it sounded so strange coming from Rob, "And you are sixteen, which means that you're a minor, technically still a child, our relationship is almost illegal. This means that my probation officer could use you as an excuse to extend my probation."

"Which you still haven't told me about by the way." I chipped in.

Rob sighed, "Can we not talk about that now? Every conversation we have ends with that, could you leave it for now?" I decided that now might be the time to change the subject.

"I really think we should get out now."

Rob scrambled out and reached his arm out to grab my hand, then pulled it back, "Promise not to pull me in this time?"

I nodded, "Promise." He reached his hand out again and I grabbed it so he could pull me up. I intertwined our fingers as we exited the fun house. I you put aside our little disagreement just then, we were already having a pretty good time.

"What shall we do now?" Rob asked, as I swung our arms a little.

"Hm…let's get some food or something. Maybe we could play some games."

Rob nodded, "Sure. What do you want to do first?"

"A game would be good, I don't really feel like queuing for food right now."

"I can get us something to eat if you want, while you go play a game?" Aw how sweet, he was offering to go and stand in a line for ages for me.

"If you're sure you don't mind, then ok, I guess. I'll be…over there." I said, pointing in the general direction of a few stalls that looked interesting.

"Ok, don't wander off though." He chided me, like a child.

I rolled my eyes, "I'll see you in a minute." We went our separate ways, but I felt Rob grab my arm a second later, I turned round and raised an eyebrow.

"Forgot to ask you what you wanted." He explained, seeing my questioning look.

"Oh. Er…a hotdog would be great. No onions or anything, just ketchup."

"Ok, right I'm going for real this time." We split up again and I made my way towards the stalls I had pointed at. I spotted one of those games where you have to knock over a row of cans with a ball. I thought I'd give it a go so I approached the stall. The guy running it was quite young, maybe in his early twenties, and he smiled at me.

"Evening, little lady." Ok, I may be a lady, sort of, and I may be little, but a 'little lady' I am not. His smile scared me a bit too, it was almost more of a leer than a smile. "You wanna play?"

I gave him a look, "No, I'm just standing here for fun, it's how I get my kicks." I said sarcastically.

Oh, you're a feisty one aren't ya?" I rolled my eyes, what the hell was that supposed to mean?

"Yeah, whatever. Just give me some balls."

He leered at me for real this time, "Oh I'll give you some balls, darling." Ok, what kind of sicko was this guy? He was unbelievable. I glared at him and he handed me three balls, I held two in one hand (they were pretty small) and got ready to throw the third with my other hand. I aimed, threw and…completely missed. Well I never said I was any good at this sort of thing. Throwing isn't really my thing, throwing balls anyway, no throwing punches, that I can do.

"Want some help, little lady?" I seem to remember Chick calling me that last time Rob and I were at the bar, somehow it didn't sound quite so bad when Chick said it.

"No." I said stiffly, "I'm fine." I threw my second ball and missed again. What can I say, I'm not great at things that involve hand to eye co-ordination, unless what I'm aiming for is someone's nose. I never have been that great at that sort of thing, my things are playing the flute, packing a mean punch and I guess finding missing children, though that last one is through no choice of my own.

"Sure you don't want help?" The guy asked again. He actually freaked me out quite a bit, the way he looked at me. Before I could reply he was coming round to the front of the stall. "You're not standing right, let me show you." And then his hands were all over me, moving my hips and trying to change my position.

I pushed at his arms, trying to get his slimy hands off of me, "Get off of me, I'm fine."

"It's ok, I'm just going to show you how to do it, you might actually hit it this time." His hands were still on me, his fingers touched my stomach and I shuddered, it was the complete opposite to how it felt when Rob had touched me earlier.

"I don't need your help. I said get off." I muttered, through clenched teeth, still pushing at his arms, he was pretty strong. If he didn't get off me I was going to have to turn around and sock him in the face. I was about to do just that when I heard a shout from behind me.

"Hey! Keep your hands to yourself!" It was that beautiful voice that I loved to listen to, and he sounded peeved, hopefully not at me. I gave one final shove at the guys arms and this time he let go and stepped backwards.

"What do you think you are doing?" Rob bit out, pulling me behind him and standing in front of the man who had had his hands all over me seconds before, "She told you to leave her alone, what did you think you were up to? For fuck's sake, what is wrong with you?" Oh he was pissed, in fact I don't think I'd ever heard him that angry before. He'd got annoyed with me on occasion but this was different, this was raging fury. Well maybe not quite that bad but he was angry. Which is strange because it's not like the guy was raping me or anything. The guy just stood there, his mouth hanging open.

When he said nothing Rob turned to me, "Are you ok, Jess?" I nodded, I didn't really trust my voice, it wasn't that I was scared, I was just feeling a bit shaken up. Maybe I was a little scared. Rob turned back to the guy, I know it's annoying that I refer to him like that but I never learnt his name.

"What do you have to say for yourself, huh?" He sounded like he was reprimanding a child who had hit their friend, not some pervert who didn't know how to keep his hands to himself.

The aforementioned pervert stuttered for a second before finally coming out with, "I didn't know she had a boyfriend." Rob looked sickened, as was I.

"What? You think that makes it ok? You think that justifies what you were doing?" I looked around and noticed that we'd attracted a crowd, well not a crowd but people were looking. "I suggest you keep your hands to yourself in future, before you lose your job." Rob finished his speech and walked away, making sure I was following behind him. We stopped a little way away and Rob turned to me.

"Are you sure you're ok?" He checked, handing me one of the two hot dogs he had, I giggled when I realised he had been holding them the whole time. He gave me a strange look.

"What's so funny? I don't see anything funny, Jess."

"No, it's just that that whole time you were holding two hotdogs. And yeah, I'm sure I'm ok. Thanks for, you know…rescuing me I guess."

"What should I have done, just stood there? I don't think so. God, what a sicko." I put my hand on his arm to calm him down, he was getting all fired up again. I swear there were times back there where I thought that he was going to punch that guy.

"Never mind, let's just forget about it, ok? Why don't we go on the Ferris wheel while we eat our food?" (A/N: Word says that Ferris should be capitalised, is it named after someone then…the inventor probably) I thought Rob looked slightly uncomfortable but I ignored it.

"Uh…yeah, I guess. If you want to." We went and queued up for the Ferris wheel and I noticed Rob was getting fidgety. He had a worried look on his face and I wondered what was wrong.

"Are you ok?" I asked him. He jumped slightly.

"What? Oh…yeah. Just…thinking." I assumed he was still upset about what happened back at the stall and I brushed it off. We got into a seat; it was one of those older fashioned ones where you had those sort of benches, not proper cars. Rob looked increasingly uncomfortable as we started to turn and I noticed that he was gripping my hand pretty tightly. If fact he was cutting off the blood circulation.

"Rob? Something you want to tell me?" I asked gently, though with great difficulty as it took everything I had not to scream at him to let go of my hand. He looked down at his lap before snapping his head back up and finally closing his eyes.

"Er…I don't…I mean I'm not…I don't really do well with heights." Oh. Oh. (A/N: Teehee, Rob's scared of heights. Awww how cute.)

"What? Why didn't you say that before? You do realise this thing goes round twice, don't you? That means being right at the top twice." He opened his eyes to look at me and I noticed he's paled considerably.

"Twice? Oh God."

I smacked him lightly on the chest, "Why didn't you tell me before, you idiot? We didn't have to come on here."

"It's stupid." He mumbled. I squeezed his hand.

"It isn't stupid, Rob, everyone's scared of something."

"Yeah well, that doesn't matter right now, does it? What does matter is that we are on a Ferris wheel and I am scared of heights." He closed his eyes again, not quite sure where to look without getting freaked out.

"We're almost at the top." I told him, looking around. I loved being up so high, it was great.

"Oh great." He muttered sarcastically. I squeezed his hand again, letting him know I was there. This was weird, me comforting Rob.

"Let's find something to take your mind off it."

"Like what? I spy? No thanks." I had no idea, seriously, what could distract him that didn't require him to look down, straight on, up or in any other direction. Then I had an idea. I pecked him on the lips.

"How 'bout that?"

"That's…good." I kissed him again, this time a little harder, and he returned my kiss, his tongue probing at my lips for entry to my mouth, which I willingly gave. We came up for air a minute later, both breathing hard.

"Yeah, that helps. Still feeling pretty scared though." Rob breathed.

"Oh really? So now you're willing to admit it?"

"If that's what you'll do to make me feel better, then yes." I rolled my eyes, before he kissed me again.

We got so caught up that we didn't realise we had stopped until I was tapped on the shoulder and we were told to "Move it along, kids." What was it with everyone calling us kids? We pulled apart and I grinned sheepishly at the person who had tapped my shoulder, "He…sorry." The bar that was on our laps, stopping us from falling, had already lifted without us noticing. We climbed out and I grabbed Rob's hand as we walked away, my face red both from what we were doing previously and from being caught in the act.

I giggled as I heard the guy mutter, "Damn kids, I should have retired years ago."

Rob chuckled too, "Us damn kids, having fun and living our lives. And him with his sad life, running a Ferris wheel at a fun fair. Oh how unfair the world is." We walked in silence for a moment, swinging our arms, before I spoke up.

"Feeling better?"

Rob nodded, "Much better. Just don't ever make me do that again."

"Hey, I did not make you do anything. You could have said 'no' but you were too worried about damaging your pride. Anyway, you liked it eventually."

He scoffed, "Yeah but that had absolutely nothing to do with being really high above the ground."

"It wasn't that high, you big baby."

He shoved me lightly, "Shut up."

"Let's go and play a game, you can win me a prize."

"Sure, Mastriani. Whatever." We walked towards the games again and I tried to find a good one. I spotted Rob glaring at a shooting game and I nudged him.

"What?" He asked absentmindedly, not really paying attention.

"What you thinking?"

"Nothing. That game's just stupid, guns aren't something to mess around with."

"Oh. Yeah." Duh Jess, his dad's locked up for armed robbery, of course he hates guns. I looked around to try and find something to do and spotted a darts game.

"How 'bout that?" I asked, pointing towards it.

"Darts? Now that I can do." He was right as well, he was really good at it. And he won me a prize. I chose a big stuffed Eeyore toy. Shut up. Eeyore rocks. I mean, a manic depressive donkey, how cool can you get? By then it was about nine o'clock, the time seemed to have flown by. I still had two hours before I had to be home but the fun fair ended in half an hour, according to Rob. Something about a curfew so the loud noises wouldn't disturb anyone who lived nearby.

"Let's go on the ghost train." I announced, after I had spotted it.

Rob groaned, "Mastriani, those things always suck.

"So? Come on, it's probably the last thing we'll have time for. Please?"

He sighed, "Fine. But don't blame me if I fall asleep, or die from laughing at how pathetic everything is."

"Sure, whatever you say." I replied casually, as I dragged him to the ghost train. We quickly flashed our wristbands like we had been doing before and climbed into a cart.

Rob wrapped an arm around my shoulders and mumbled, "How much do you wanna bet that the first thing we see is a person in a sheet, going 'wooo'?"

"Oh I was thinking more along the lines of a plastic skeleton." I replied, as we started moving. Turns out that we were both right. It was so spectacularly cheesy that it wasn't even funny. Half way through Rob gave a gigantic yawn, it must have been infectious or something because soon I was doing it too.

"I told you this would suck. Let's do something else." Rob suggested, before pressing his lips to mine. I felt the cart stop a minute later but figured we could wait until someone interrupted us, like last time. Or failing that we could just go round again. Rob pulled away and looked up at the person who had caught us. He looked shocked, although I had no clue why until the guy spoke.

"It is you, I knew I wasn't imagining things. So Robbie, who's this?" (A/N: Teehee, Robbie!)

Rob scowled, "What are you doing here?"

"I work here. Who's the girl?" He gave me a grin that made me feel slightly uneasy.

"You can't have changed jobs again? When are you going to pick something and stick with it? I'm three years younger than you and I have a better idea of what I'm going to do with my life than you do." This was weird; I had no idea who this guy was. Rob stood up and climbed out, pulling me with him.

"Dreaming of owning your own garage does not count as knowing what you want to do with your life, cuz." Ah, so they were cousins? "Besides, at least I'm trying new things, you've been stuck at Earl's since you were fifteen."

"Yeah whatever. What will Mum say when she finds out that her favourite nephew has changed jobs again?"

"I doubt that she'll care. I am her favourite nephew after all. Soooo, who's this?"

"Oh. This is my girlfriend, Jess. Jess, this is my idiot of a cousin, Bryan."

I smiled sheepishly, "Hi, nice to meet you."

"You too." I saw him raise an eyebrow at Rob, who shrugged. I felt kind of uncomfortable so I excused myself, saying I was going to buy some candy floss. As I walked away I heard Bryan ask, "How old is she?" What is everyone's obsession with that? It's two years! Maybe it's my extreme shortness that makes me seem younger or something.

It took me a good two minutes to find out where to go for candy floss but I found it eventually, I thought it might be a bit stupid to return without any candy floss, as that had been my excuse for leaving. Once I had bought some I walked off with my teeth rotting goodness in hand, hoping Rob and Bryan hadn't moved. They were indeed still where I had left them, they stopped talking abruptly when I arrived so I assumed they were talking about me.

Rob asked, "Where's mine?" Referring to the candy floss and I rolled my eyes.

"You didn't ask. You can share mine." I passed him the paper cone that my candy floss was on and he took a bite, passing it back and giving me a peck on the lips.

"Thanks."

"Mmm, sticky." I commented, referring to his kiss. We'd been doing a lot of kissing tonight and I noticed he wasn't shy about doing so in front of his cousin.

I noticed Bryan looking at me, and not in an innocent 'you seem like a nice person' way. Rob must have caught it too since he sent a glare in his cousin's direction. Bryan returned Rob's glare by raising an eyebrow, a sort of 'what?' look, as if he didn't know what it was for. It was weird, almost like they could have a conversation just by sending different looks and gestures in each other's direction. It was annoying actually because not only was this particular 'conversation' in code, it seemed to be about me.

"You know what it was for." Rob voiced out loud.

"Why I have no idea what you mean, dear cousin."

Rob scoffed, "Yeah, whatever. She's five years younger than you, not to mention my girlfriend. Don't even try it."

"Uh…excuse me? I'm standing right here." I felt I needed to interrupt; they were talking about me, right in front of me too.

"You are excused." This from Bryan, I was really starting to dislike this guy.

"Ha. Ha." I said in a deadpan voice, "That's real funny. Oh wait…no it's not. Grow up."

"Girl's got spunk. Where'd you find this one, Robbie?"

Rob gave him a disgusted look, "Oh fuck off. You know what your problem is? You really need to learn the difference between being funny and just being plain rude." This was…uncomfortable. At first I thought that they were just two cousins who bickered with each other, now it seems like more. There was an uncomfortable silence for a second, Rob and Bryan stood there glaring daggers at each other and I was kind of caught in the middle.

Then Bryan opened his mouth and asked, "So Rob, how's probation going for you?"

This must have struck a nerve, what I can only guess was anger flashed through Rob's eyes and the next second he was on top of his cousin, having tackled him to the ground. I watched in horror as Rob drew his arm back and hit Bryan squarely in the jaw. Bryan however, being three years older and slightly taller than Rob, quickly had the advantage as he flipped both Rob and himself over and punched him in the mouth.

"Stop it!" I screamed, people were watching now and I almost expected everyone to gather around, shouting "Fight! Fight!"

They continued their rough and tumble for a while, I hesitated to intervene as I didn't want to get hit myself, accidentally. No one else was doing anything though and I didn't see any sign of employees coming to separate them so it was left down to me. To be honest I would have let them fight it out, Bryan had insulted Rob, although I had no idea how, and he deserved every punch Rob threw at him. On the other hand, Rob was receiving as many punches as he was giving and I hated to see him get hurt. I couldn't believe no one else was doing anything about it.

I did the only thing I could do, I couldn't simply drag them apart as they're both much stronger than me, so I marched up to them and took a swing at Bryan's nose.

He fell backwards from his position over Rob, who was struggling to get the upper hand, shouting "Ah shit!"

Rob sat up, spitting a gob of blood on the ground. Nice. Just what I want to see after I've consumed a hotdog and some candy floss. I could already see that Rob was going to have a lot of bruises. I tore my eyes away from Rob when I heard another cry from Bryan.

"Fuck! Your fucking girlfriend just hit me! What the hell!" He struggled to his feet, holding his nose. "Damn. That is just…weird."

I caught Rob smirking out of the corner of my eye, and then wincing because it had hurt him. Suddenly I heard a loud rumble, I almost thought it was my stomach but I'd just eaten so instead I looked up at the sky. There was a dark canopy of clouds over us and just as I had looked up, the heavens had opened and it started to rain. Which meant that I had got a big glob of rain right in my eye. And then all of a sudden it was raining cats and dogs, coming down like billio.

Then I'd just had enough. It wasn't just that my evening was ruined; I had had enough of everything. I wanted to go home, curl up in bed and never get up again. I turned and started to walk away, not saying anything to Rob or his creepy cousin. I heard Rob call after me but I ignored him. All I was thinking about was trying to get to the car so I could go home, of course I'd completely forgotten that Rob had the keys.

It was raining harder and harder with every second that I walked, well I was almost running at this point. The rain was coming down so hard and fast now but I really didn't care. It was just rain, just big dollops of water falling from the sky. Though I couldn't have cared less about the rain I couldn't help but freak when I saw the first flash of lightning, just a few feet away from me. I picked up my pace, I don't get scared of much but since that day last spring, lightning was on top of my 'Things that Scare Me' list. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming as another streak of lightning struck dangerously close to me. Even over the pounding rain and the claps of thunder I could hear Rob calling for me, but I still ignored him.

I was almost at the car, I still hadn't figured out what I'd do when I got there. I was just a metre away, if I had the key I could have hopped in in a matter of seconds. That is if I hadn't have been struck by lightning for the second time in a year and knocked unconscious to the ground. How ironic.


A/N: Et voila. Man, that took me a while to type up. I had it all in my notebook (in fact this chapter caused me to start a new notebook since I've finished the other one) and then I had to type it all up. I hope you enjoyed this. My ear hurts…I need a cookie! Ok, thanks to everyone who reviewed:

Nikki007: I'm assuming the 'nikki' person was you too…I am from Europe, I'm English but I'm currently living in Switzerland. I go to an international school where everyone speaks English and it's mostly American English so I've started saying 'bathroom' all the time, I don't think I'm ever going to say 'Mom' though. Thanks for the review.

Murfdurf22: I'm not great at drama, I try but I'm not that good at it. I'll try to inject a little drama into it but I can't promise it'll be good. I'll try to update as fast as I can, I've started the next chapter already but it's not already half written like this one was so it may take a while. Thanks for reviewing.

Uh…yeah: Do you really think I'm very good at writing? Thank you so, so much. Bless Rob, bless his little cotton socks. I wonder if Rob wears cotton socks…? I'll be thinking about that all day now. Thanks for reviewing.

Julez: Thanks for the info, I know nothing about the US, I get everything I do know from books, films and occasionally friends. Your spelling isn't that bad, I didn't notice any mistakes until you noticed it. Thanks for reviewing.

Flonshoe: I'm not planning to abandon this story any time soon. In fact I'm hoping to finish it and maybe do a sequel or two…but shh, don't tell anyone. Apparently they don't do parking the same way as Europe and Canada in the US, how strange…thanks for reviewing.