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Missy walked under the archway, her hand still clutched tightly in Wade's, and stared around.
All around them, the boardwalk was filled with brightly colored lights and the most wonderful music.
She turned to Wade, to find him already staring back at her.
"I haven't been to the fairground since I was a little kid…" she said in a happy tone, stepping a little closer to him as a couple of small children ran past her. "My Mom used to take me….when we had the money."
Being a single parent, meant that her Mom worked two jobs to make end meet and often they had very little money to spare.
That was one of the reasons her Mom had made the good decision to move down to Florida to live with her sister, having saved almost no money for herself for retirement.
Missy knew that her Mom would love all this…
She would probably even love Wade too, if she ever had the chance to meet him….
He definitely had a way of charming everyone he met. Apart from David, of course…
"So what do you want to try first?" asked Wade leaning in towards her, as Missy stared around.
The entire place was filled with colour and light, and all around them children were laughing, teenagers were joking with their friends, everyone having just the best time.
She nodded over to a small Hook a Duck stand just to their right and led Wade over.
"First one's on me?" she offered with a smile, pulling her wallet from her handbag.
But Wade let go of her hand, instead slipping his hand into his back pocket.
"Ah ah ah, there is no way am I letting you pay for anything tonight," he said firmly, turning to the stall-holder and passing him a few dollars. "I got a fucking amazing pay-out from that job earlier, so the old account is looking nice and robust this month. Tonight is most certainly on me."
And with that he handed her a long hook given to him by the vendor, before taking one himself.
Missy narrowed her eyes at him for a long moment, before giving a small smirk.
A minute later they strolled away both empty handed.
"Rigged, totally fucking rigged," complained Wade, after both of their ducks had come up with a TRY AGAIN on the bottom.
But Missy, who was having a lovely time, didn't even care. She merely laughed.
Thirty minutes passed quickly.
They had taken on a rickety coaster called the 'DeathRide', Missy screaming into Wade's ear and clutching on his arm for dear-life, the entire time.
She had then dragged the merc onto the teacups, after much protestation from him…
Now the pair walked close, Missy in stiches, giggling a joke Wade had just made.
Her face was lit up and her ribs ached from all the laughing she had done this evening.
She hadn't had this much fun in a long long time.
And all of it was because of him. She knew that.
She chanced a glance over at Wade, as he paused to stare up at a menu, hanging beside a small candy cart.
" A candy apple or cotton candy?" he said suddenly, causing Missy to jump slightly in her stupor.
Wade always smelled of candy apples….to her at least. Maybe he lived off them?
She wondered for a moment if he tasted like them too….
Missy shook herself.
She was with David. She had to stop thinking these things.
But the curved smile that lingered over the merc's lips, only made her wonder it more….
"Um…cotton candy?" she said biting up lip. "Are you sure? I'm happy to pay y'know?"
But Wade merely grinned down at her.
"Does David make you pay for your own food when you're on a date? he asked teasingly.
Missy paused.
David rarely ever took her on dates anymore. If she was honest, she couldn't even remember the last time…
"Of course not," she uttered defensively. "Besides, Wade. This isn't a date…"
The merc cocked an eyebrow as he handed over three dollars for a stick of bright pink cotton candy, which he quickly passed to her.
"Oh it's a date…" he said with a wicked grin, suddenly grabbing her hand in his once again and pulling her over to the entrance of a large ferris wheel.
Missy giggled as they ran over, getting in line behind a couple about their age, also holding hands.
She glanced down at the floor, a slight blush creeping up her face.
She wondered what people would think of them? Here holding hands…
Would anyone even question whether or not her and the merc were boyfriend and girlfriend?
She glanced over at Wade.
If she was honest they were a good fit. Both tall, with caramel hair and good smiles.
But more importantly she and David were a good fit. She needed to remember that.
Ok, they didn't get on quite as well as she and Wade did personality-wise, but that didn't mean they didn't have a good time together. He often made her laugh like Wade did…..right?"
Shaking these thoughts from her head, Wade stepped aside, allowing her to step onto the Ferris Wheel ahead of him.
She shuffled over to make room for the tall mercenary, as she slid in beside her, pulling the barrier down onto their laps.
The ride instantly began to move, hoisting them quickly up into the air, causing Missy to place a hand to Wade's leg in fright.
She instantly retracted it, reddening.
"Hey, if you wanted to get to second base, you didn't have to wait until we were twenty feet up in the air to do so," he said in a playful tone.
But Missy merely rolled her eyes.
"Pfft, in your dreams, Wade," she said with a smirk, pulling a piece of the pink cotton candy from the stick and taking a bite, as she stared up into his face.
Wade stared back, narrowing his eyes at her, tugging at his lips with his teeth.
He too, took a piece of cotton candy and placed it into his mouth, licking his lips. All whilst never breaking eye contact.
Missy smirked, glancing away, looking out across the brightly lit fairground.
She was having just the best evening.
The best she had had in a very long while.
"Can I ask something?" uttered Wade suddenly, causing Missy to turn and look at him.
But this time, the merc's face was serious.
"What you said earlier about you being scared that David and his buddies would do something….that they'd been drinking. Has he ever…like, hit you…?" he continued, with a dark look. "Because if he has, just know that I will fuck him up so fucking bad-"
Missy gaped, a frown forming between her eyes.
"Hit me?" said she said exasperatedly. "No, of course not!"
How could Wade even think that?
"I just wanted to check," said the merc raising his hands defensively. His dark brown eyes boring into hers. "You know I care about you and I just think….." He looked at her for a long moment. "I just think you can do better than that asshole, that's all…"
Missy looked up sadly.
"He's not an asshole…" she said, perhaps a little unconvincingly.
David was a good guy. And really there wasn't any definitive proof that he was cheating on her…
Maybe he was just always working late.
And maybe he did just forget that tonight was supposed to have been their date night….
She gave a gulp.
"Please, Wade…." Missy said shaking her head sadly. "C-Can we just not talk about this now…"
She looked up at the merc, who gave a small nod.
He plucked another piece of cotton candy from the stick, popping it into his mouth and throwing his free arm around her shoulders.
"So….we gonna binge watch Game of Thrones together sometime this week? I am so fucking far behind…." he said, changing the subject.
Missy smiled.
"I'm all caught up," she said sheepishly. "Sorry…"
Wade gave a mock scowl.
"Some fucking BFF you are…" he said with a sniff, as Missy laughed.
A second passed, before Missy shuffled slightly closer to the merc and very gently rested her head against his broad shoulder. His arm still around her.
Right now she was the happiest she had been in a long time, gazing out upon the twinkling lights, best friend at her side.
It was only a few minutes later that the pair had finished the cotton candy and the ride had come to a jolting, halt.
They stepped quickly off, as Wade rubbed his hands together.
"Oh, I am so winning one of those…" he said suddenly, gazing up at a mass of large pink teddy bears that hung from a small coconut shy booth just across from them.
"Hmmm…just your colour…" said Missy in a sarcastic tone, nudging the merc with her hip.
But Wade's look was a determined one, and he strolled over, handing over a small amount of cash to the vendor.
He picked up the three small white balls and glanced at Missy cockily, tossing one up into the air and catching it again.
But she merely smiled, folding her arms across her chest and shifting all of her weight onto one leg.
"Don't give me that look…" he said with a confident grin. "You, Mademoiselle, have obviously never seen me kick ass at skee-ball!"
And with that Wade tossed the small white ball hard towards the middle coconut, instantly knocking it to the floor.
He looked back at her, raising his scarred eyebrow, before easily knocking down the other two coconuts.
"Obviously I haven't…" laughed Missy, her mouth agape, as the grumpy stall-holder begrudgingly handed over one of the stuffed teddy bears.
Wade took it and held it aloft, like a trophy.
Missy gave a sarcastic clap and shook her head, as Wade glanced down at her happily.
"Hey, why don't you take it," he said holding the bear out towards her suddenly. "Something for you to cuddle up to on those nights when David's working late, and you fail to invite me around for your Game of Thrones marathons."
Missy paused for a long moment, gazing up at Wade, her breath catching slightly.
His dark brown eyes seemed to pierce hers, as she slowly took the bear from his grasp.
"Are you sure?" she smiled warily.
"Mmhmm," said the merc in a cheery tone. "As long as we can do one last thing."
And with that he grabbed her hand one more time and suddenly dragged her along the boardwalk.
"Wade," Missy laughed. "Where are we-?"
But before she could say another word, Wade had pulled Missy inside a small photo-booth, drawing the curtain across behind them.
Missy cried out with laughter as Wade plonked himself hurriedly down onto the seat, before grabbing her by the waist and pulling her down onto his lap.
"Smile!" he said loudly, as Missy continued to giggle, his hands clutched tightly around her middle.
Sliding her hands over his, she turned her head to face him.
"You are the worst!" she cried, her ribs aching through laughing too much.
But Wade merely beamed at her, staring at her like she was the most precious thing in the world to him at this very moment….
Missy's heart pounded inside her chest.
Her breathing suddenly shallowing…
Their faces were close…
Missy could feel Wade's warm breath on the sensitive skin of her neck…
His chocolate eyes meeting with hers, his smiling lips parted…
But Missy suddenly gave a gulp and turned away, her face and chest flushing scarlet.
She pursed her lips, shooting him a smirk.
"I bet those pictures are just terrible," she said nudging him in the ribs and standing quickly.
But this time, it was her turn to grab Wade's hand, as she pulled him swiftly to his feet.
The pair exited the booth, the merc tugging out the small strip of photographs from the tray as they did so.
He held them between them, as they both peered down.
The four photographs all showed Missy and Wade laughing, smiles plastered onto their faces, with a small funfair ident superimposed onto the corner of each.
If Missy was honest, she couldn't even imagine a time where she looked happier than she did in this photograph.
With Wade…
Her best friend…
She stared up at him momentarily before glancing away once more, reddening.
Strange feelings seemed to be bubbling up inside her, but she pushed them away…
This was Wade she was thinking about…
And besides, she was with David… her amazing boyfriend…
"They're great," she uttered happily, clutching her pink teddy bear to her chest.
Wade grinned over at her.
"Here," he said in a smooth tone.
And with that, Wade tore the strip in two, horizontally.
"Two photos for me to keep, and two for you," he said handing her the small pictures.
Missy clutched hers to her, happier than she had been in a long time.
Twenty minutes later, the pair found themselves back on the street outside Missy and David's apartment.
Her feet ached terribly after walking in high heels all evening. And she was freezing cold, having only brought a small chic raincoat to protect from the late evening chill. But she still felt on a high from having such a great evening with Wade.
"So shall I call you on Monday, see if you're free to catch up on the newest Game of Thrones?" he asked stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. "You can be the Khal to my Khaleesi."
Missy smirked, cocking an eye at him. "You really think you can catch up on eight episodes in like a day and a half?" she asked disbelievingly.
"Have you met me?" asked Wade shaking his head. "Like I said, my pay out for that last job was so good I won't have to work for a least three weeks. TV and pornos will be my entire life."
Missy laughed.
"Well, I should probably head in," she said glancing down at the sidewalk for a moment before staring up at Wade once more. "Thanks for a great evening. I mean it, it's been…amazing."
Wade titled his head, his eyes roving across her features.
Missy half expected him to come up with one of his usual snappy responses.
But Wade didn't say a word…
He merely leaned in towards her, pressing his lips gently to Missy's cheek….
But before Missy could even react, it was over, and the merc had taken a step back, smirking.
He began to walk backwards.
"Like I said, I'll call Monday and we can start scheduling our next date then," he said, removing his hand from his pocket and giving her a wave before sloping off.
Missy chuckled.
"Tonight wasn't a date, Wade!" she called after him but the merc had already rounded the corner, and disappeared from sight.
Missy smiled to herself, as she slowly ascended the steps leading up towards her building, clutching her teddy bear tightly to her.
But as she reached her apartment, she didn't even need to reach for her keys before the door was swiftly tugged open.
Standing there was David, a furious look across his features.
"Where the fuck have you been?" he said in an angry voice. "I thought you were just going to the store for chips."
Missy paled, giving a gulp.
"No, I just said I was going for a walk…" she said in a quiet tone, pushing past him into the apartment.
The horrible smell of stale beer seem to emanate from his breath, and from behind him she could still hear that his friends were still inside her living room.
"A walk?" he spat. "You've been two fucking hours. I've been worried sick about you."
Missy looked up at him guilty.
But David's eyes suddenly drifted down to the bright pink bear clutched in her arms.
"And what the hell is this?" he said, snatching the stuffed animal from Missy's hands. "Where the fuck is this from?"
Missy faltered slightly.
"I went to the funfair," she said giving another gulp and making to walk past him, but David grabbed her upper arm tightly.
"With who?" he said bitingly.
Missy tugged her arm away from him.
"Nobody..." she said with eyes wide, avoiding David's friends in the living room and making to head off into the kitchen.
"Was it that asshole Wade Wilson?" said David grimacing. He gave a hollow laugh. "I fucking knew it. It was wasn't it?!"
"He just called around..." said Missy with a shrug, but David grabbed her arm once more, this time swinging her around to face him.
"The guy is a lowlife. A fucking douchebag," said David in a grim voice. "I don't want you hanging out with him."
Missy gave a gulp.
David had never told her what to do like this before. She knew for a fact that he hated Wade. But he had never before dictated who she could and could not hang out with…
"He's my friend-" she started uneasily, as there was a loud roar of laugher from David's buddies at something funny on the TV, in the next room.
"I thought you loved me, huh?" snapped David glaring at her.
"I do-" began Missy, her eyes widening. Panic setting in.
"And yet you fucking ruin my night, all because Wade Wilson snaps his fingers?" he said sounding disappointed.
Missy looked worriedly up at David.
"I'm so sorry," she said, shaking her head and making to reach out for her him, but he pulled away from her.
He let go of her arm and stalked into the kitchen, as Missy quickly followed.
And before Missy could do anything to stop him, David had stepped on the pedal of the kitchen trash-can and dumped her pink teddy bear inside, as the lid clanged shut.
She merely gazed up at David in shock, as he stepped bac towards her.
"Promise me you won't see him again," he said firmly, his mouth drawn into a straight line.
Missy faltered.
"If you really loved me you'd promise me that," he said, taking her hand suddenly in his.
She gave a gulp.
Not knowing what to do...
But right now the look in David's eyes was one of hurt and disappointment.
She didn't want to upset her boyfriend more than she had already managed to.
Missy nodded hurriedly, looking up into his blue eyes, but couldn't manage to get out even word, her heart breaking.
It was only a second later that David let out a "good", dropping her hand, before grabbing another beer from the counter and going back to join his friends in front of the TV.
Missy stood frozen to the spot...her eyes travelling over to the bin.
It was only a teddy bear after all, but to her it felt so much more than that.
Tears pricked at her eyes and she quickly walked into the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind her.
When she was sure no-one couldn't hear her anymore, Missy burst into tears and dropping to the floor in a sudden heap.
She placed a hand to her mouth, to desperately try to muffle the sound of her own sobs.
How could such an amazing night have turned into this...
David was right...she couldn't lie to him like this again.
She had already betrayed her boyfriend once tonight... and was a terrible girlfriend for doing so.
But she knew how much of a good time she had tonight and all of that had been down to Wade.
And the thought of never seeing him again…
She gave a another painful sob as a loud bout of laughter hailed from the living room.
Knowing full well that David could walk in at any moment, Missy quickly gave a sniff, wiping away the tears.
He didn't even want to imagine how mad he would be, if he found out she had been crying. He would obviously presume it because of Wade and she didn't want to think of what would happen then.
She got to her feet, placing her purse down ono the bed and headed over to her bureau, staring up at her reflection in the mirror.
Carefully she wiped at her tear tracks across her cheek, forcing a smile at herself...
Then, giving another small sniff Missy strutted over to her wardrobe, removing her coat, before plucking out a hanger and hanging the item up.
She needed to be strong...for David.
He was the person she loved more than anything in this world.
And because of that, she needed to listen to him.
Gibing a determined sigh, she went to close the wardrobe door, when suddenly, her hand brushed against her coat pocket.
Missy paused momentarily, giving a small frown...before slowly plucking out the two small photographs taken at the photo both earlier this evening.
She gave a smile as she stared down at the images in her hand, her fingers lightly tracing over the tear, running along the top of the small strip.
The happiness on both her and Wade's faces suddenly filled Missy with the most incredible warmth, as she remembered everything that had happened this evening.
The taste of the cotton candy, the feel of Wade's hand in hers...the feeling on is warm breath on her neck...
Missy gave a shaky breath, clutching the photos tightly.
If David ever found these, she knew what their fate would be.
And she would never be able to cope with seeing them in the trash next to her teddy bear.
Quickly Missy marched over to her bureau once again and tugged open the top drawer.
Hastily she rooted around until she found a small box, that had once contained a bracelet that her Mom had bought for her.
Opening it she, placed the photographs inside, taking one last look at them, before hurriedly closing the lid and stuffing the box back into the drawer and covering it with a couple of shirts.
Sliding the drawer shut Missy gave a sigh of relief, just as her phone suddenly vibrated on the bed behind her…
Quickly plucking it out of her purse, she lifting her cell to her face, her face breaking into a smile as she read…
'Don't think I'll ever sleep after all that spun sugar. Gonna start on those seven episodes of Game of Thrones. Do you think if I grew my hair I could look like Daenerys? Anyway, had a great night. Call you Monday, Khal Drogo! Love Wade X [smiley face emoji]'
Missy pursed her lips, falling back onto the bed and throwing a hand across her face, giving a laugh.
She knew, as per David's request, that she wouldn't be allowed to reply…
But that didn't mean she couldn't go to sleep with the faintest of smiles still plastered across her cotton candy-tasting lips…
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Thanks so much to ErynLasgalen3791, Guest, dogsrock71 and YaoiLovinKitsune for reviewing the last chapter. And as usual thank you to all of you who took the time out to read this fic. Hope you all have a lovely weekend! :)
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