okay everyone, listen up! this idea is not actually mine. a friend of mine on here gave me this idea and I wrote it for her. her name is Arretta of Circle Daybreak, and I absolutely love her for this idea, and I hope you all love it as much as I do :) don't forget to review you guys
also, Morgead and Jez are like, 14 and 15 here I guess
Farris Wheel
Idea by Arretta of Circle Daybreak
"Jez, are you ready?"
"Jeez, don't get your panties in a twist, Morgead!" Jez yelled from her room upstairs. "I'm coming!"
Scowling to himself, Morgead cursed the day that Jez had learned she could get away with sassing him like that. It wasn't like he was really going to do anything back to her, so he just stood there and took it.
"Alright, let's go then!" Jez bounded down the stairs and barreled past Morgead in a blur of colour. She was out the door and mounting her bike before Morgead even had time to react.
With a sigh, he waved goodbye to her uncle and closed the door behind him. Without needing to see her face through her full face helmet, Morgead knew that Jez was staring intently at him, willing him to move faster.
She was exited. More excited than she had been in a long time; because Morgead and she were going to the fair at the pier. She hadn't been since she was little, when her and Morgead were barely friends. That's how long it had been.
The fair was only once a year, and she really had been meaning to go again, but she never had the chance, and Morgead never wanted to go. But tonight, he had finally agreed to go with her, and she was so happy she could have kissed him. Not that she ever would.
She was practically bouncing on her bike in anticipation, waiting for Morgead to be ready. It seemed as if he was going especially slow just to torture her. Had he no mercy?
The second Morgead swung his leg over the seat and settled in, Jez gunned her engine and sped off. She simply refused to wait a second longer.
The whole ride to the pier, Jez raced ahead of Morgead, leaving him far behind in her dust. By the time he caught up to her at the front entrance, she had already paid admission and purchased the scratchy plastic bracelets they needed to go on the rides.
Stalking up to Jez, Morgead ignored her persistent hand gestures for him to hurry himself along and took in the scenery. He watched as little vermin children tugged their parents along, laughing and smiling. He watched couples strolling around hand in hand and lining up for the farris wheel. He even saw a few old couples sitting huddled together with missing teeth, but grinning all the same.
A wave of bitter loathing washed over him as he watched all these insignificant vermin with everything he ever wanted. Everything he never had.
But, that wasn't rue, was it? He had Jez.
He glanced back at her, taking great pleasure in the look her beautiful face beheld. He knew that look well; it was the do-what-I-say-Morgead-or-I-will-kill-you face.
He smirked and quickened his pace in the slightest. What could he say? He wanted to reach her already.
"Could you be any slower?" she scolded and slapped him with the neon orange bracelet she was holding. She then quickly shoved it in his face and ordered him to put it on fast so they could get with the rides.
Like the pathetic sheep he was, Morgead did just as Jez told him, obediently peeling off the protective strip on the inside of the plastic bracelet, bending it around his wrist and applying it to the adhesive. Before he had even finished with the bracelet, Jez was dragging him through the gate and chattering about the different games and rides there were.
"Where should we go first?" Jez turned her big cerulean eyes towards Morgead, thoroughly disarming him and crumbling his defences.
"You're asking me?" he looked at Jez sceptically. She was the one who wanted to come. She was the one who liked fairs. Shouldn't she pick what they did? Why was she not ordering him onto the first ride she saw?
"Umm, yeah…? Unless you pick the spinning teacups," she warned.
Morgead looked at her blankly. "They have teacups that spin here?"
"It's a stupid kiddie ride, Morgead," Jez laughed. "they're not real teacups."
"Oh. Well…" Morgead stretched on his toes and looked in every direction, searching for the perfect place to start. "how about we start with one of the booths?"
"Sounds good to me," Jez grinned up at Morgead, and his heart almost stopped. He stared after her as she scampered off and weaved through the crowd. He hadn't seen her this happy in quite some time…maybe this fair wouldn't be so bad.
Tracking her red hair through the crowd, Morgead followed more cautiously. He couldn't help but notice a small group of teenagers staggering in his direction with noxious expressions.
"Dude," one of them moaned. "that was the best ride ever. I think I'm gonna puke!"
Morgead planted his feet and back pedalled several steps, clearing the way for the group to lilt unstably by.
Once they were safely past him, Morgead went back to following Jez. He could no longer see the bright streak of fiery hair flickering here and there, but that was no problem. He could simply follow her unique mind signature instead.
She was waiting for Morgead at the ball throw booth. "Do you want to start with this one?"
Morgead surveyed to empty booth warily. Shoving hair out of his eyes roughly, he asked Jez, "What do you do?"
Instead of Jez answering him, a man in a yellow coat and a brightly coloured tie leaned across the counter and exclaimed, "Oh, it's simple, really! All you gotta do is take this ball," he tossed Morgead a baseball and stepped sideways with a flourish, exposing the pyramid of bottles a few yards away. "and throw it at those bottles. If you knock them all down, you win a prize!" he gestured grandly to the multitude of stuffed animals hanging overhead.
Jez looked up at the different choices. There were big cats, dolphins, teddy bears, snakes and dogs. But the one that caught Jez's eye was a little red fox about the size of a basketball.
Jez's interest in the animal didn't slip Morgead's attention. He turned back to the smiling face of the man and asked, "How much?"
"Two for one, or three for five."
Morgead dug into his pocket and pulled out a wadded up five dollar bill. He'd been saving this for something special – not having much money for himself – and decided that now was a good time to use it. Winning that fox would make Jez happy. He would win it.
Slapping the bill on the counter, Morgead announced, "Three shots then."
The man chuckled and pocketed the money. He reached under the counter and pulled out two more baseballs that he dropped on the counter for Morgead. He stepped to the side and nodded to Morgead. "Good luck, my boy."
Jez snorted beside him. "Try not to miss, Morgy."
Without looking at her, Morgead reached out and socked Jez in the arm, ignoring the raised eyebrow of the man behind the counter.
"Wow, you punch like a girl, you know? Let's just hope you can throw better, or that's just a waste or five bucks!"
Morgead gritted his teeth and took aim, doing his best to ignore the triumphant look on Jez's beautiful face. She knew she was annoying him and quite enjoyed it. It was one of the few things that brought her joy in this foolish world filled with vermin.
She laughed as Morgead pitched the ball badly at the pyramid of bottles. He missed by at least three inches to the right and the ball thudded against the wall behind his original target.
"Oh! Nice aim Morgead!" Jez laughed. Weak in the knees from laughing, Jez leaned on Morgead for support. "I'm pretty sure Thistle could do better!"
Morgead picked up his second ball and cracked his knuckles. He shoved Jez off of him and lobbed in the second ball. It was a good hard throw, though Morgead hadn't really tapped his vampire strength. But the ball simple glanced off the edge of the top bottle, causing it to wobble precariously for a moment, but not tip over.
Morgead glared at the man running the booth as he leaned his hip against the counter and smirked. Obviously this game was rigged. At the same time Morgead reached out for the man's mind, Jez snickered, "Alright, now I'm sure Thistle could do better. I'm sure Val could even have done this!"
At this rate, Jez would get to make fun of him for the rest of the night for losing a little vermin game.
Scowling as he concentrated on the man as he loured more customers into his little Venus fly trap, Morgead mumbled to Jez, "I've still got one more shot…" he narrowed his eyes and sorted through thoughts drifting around the man's head. Morgead didn't care about the man's sick wife and his worries about raising his three kids all alone, nor did he care for the dark thread of depression throbbing underneath all his thoughts. He wanted to find the trick to this ridiculous game…
Bingo.
"Hurry up, Morgead! Throw it already!" Jez whined from Morgead's side. He was taking way too long to throw one ball. She was getting impatient.
Finally, Morgead turned back to the game with a triumphant light burning in his emerald eyes. Jez cocked an eyebrow at him as he wound up for his throw.
He threw it. Hard.
The man and the family he was talking to both snapped their heads towards Morgead's pyramid as his ball smashed dead center and scattered all the bottles with a loud crash. One of the bottles rolled sideways and bumped against the man's foot, and he stooped down to pick it up.
As he carried it over to set up the target once more, he looked impressed. "You've got a hard throw there, boy. Play baseball, do ya?"
Morgead shrugged and muttered, "No, but I've still got a good arm. And it seems you need one to knock down these bottles. How much do they way? They're heavy."
The man shifted uncertainly and glanced at the family he had been in the midst of coaxing into forking over their five dollars.
"I bet they're pretty heavy," Jez remarked innocently. "they're pretty solid. That was the second time Morgead hit them."
The man scowled at Jez and Morgead as his potential costumers glanced at one another and left, merging back in with the sea of people.
"Well. You win, so what do you want?" he barked at Morgead.
"Hmm…" Morgead pretended to muse about which animal to pick, while Jez clawed at his arm and whispered urgently, "The fox! Pick the fox!"
With a shrug, Morgead sighed, "I guess I'll just take the fox, then."
"Yes!"
The man unpinned the nearest fox and grudgingly handed it over to Morgead.
"Morgead…"
Morgead glanced down at Jez, seemingly oblivious to her caged excitement. He raised an eyebrow at her and tightened his hold on the stuffed fox as he turned to start walking. "Yes?"
Jez scampered along beside him and peered up through her dark lashes at him. "What are you gonna do with it?"
Morgead glared at the horizon and tried to supress the blush creeping up his neck. Without looking back at Jez, he shrugged and muttered, "Dunno, maybe I'll give it to some kid. Maybe Thistle would like it."
Jez pouted and elbowed Morgead in the ribs. "Can I just have it already, dingbat?" she was exasperated beyond belief at Morgead. He could just be so annoying!
Morgead feigned a look of surprise and stared at Jez with sparkling green eyes. "You mean, you want it?" he mocked. "Why would I give it to you? Especially since you just called me a dingbat. Whatever that is…"
"Oh, come on," Jez wined, tugging on Morgead's shirt sadly. "can't I just have it?"
"Only if you ask nicely."
Jez blinked at Morgead's smug expression. She was expected to ask nicely?
"No."
"Oh?" Morgead looked down at her as they walked with amusement dancing in his eyes. "Alright then. I can just throw it out." He quickly changed course and headed for the nearest trash can.
Jez's eyes went wide and she stood rooted to the ground for a moment as Morgead strode away from her. If it was anyone else, she would sit and watch them – probably laugh – but this was Morgead. This was not a bluff.
"Wait!" Jez cried and jogged up to Morgead. He paused with his hand over the trash can and looked quizzically at her. "Yes, Jezebel?"
Jez ground her teeth together and muttered, "Can I please just have the stupid fox?"
"I'm sorry," Morgead leaned forwards with an amused smirk playing at his lips. "I didn't hear you. Could you repeat that?"
"Can I please just have the fox?" she cried out, throwing her arms up in exasperation.
Morgead looked thoughtful for a moment while Jez glared fiercely at him.
"I suppose…"
As soon as the words were out of Morgead's mouth, Jez darted forwards and snatched the stuffed fox out of his hand with a triumphant cry of: "Aha!"
Morgead laughed and trailed after Jez as she ran through the crowd to who knows where.
By the time all the rides were closing down for the night and the booths were shutting off their lights and the attendants popping Advil for their sore throats, Morgead and Jez had ridden almost every ride more than once and won prizes at several booths. At the ring toss Jez had won a monkey and presented it to Morgead, proclaiming, "You can have it, I'm sure you two'll get along great! You both smell!" That earned her a smack to the head from the stuffed creature once Morgead had a hold of it. She also won a stuffed black cat with emerald eyes. Although she'd carelessly left that prize on the bench where the pair stopped to eat ice cream cones, and now it was gone.
"So, there's probably time for one more ride," Jez mused while stroking her stuffed fox evilly. "what should we hit?"
Morgead snorted lightly and bumped into her playfully, almost knocking the fox out of her hands. "Not much is still running," he told her as she glared at him.
"Well," Jez craned her neck and looked around. Her eyes came to rest on the tallest ride present – the only non-kiddie ride they hadn't been on yet. "we could go on the Farris wheel."
Morgead remembered all the couples lining up to go on that ride. He knew that was the ideally romantic setting for couples at a fair, but did Jez? Morgead gave Jez a sidelong glance as she forged on ahead of him, not waiting for an answer.
Looks like they were hitting the Farris wheel.
Morgead trailed far behind Jez with a nervous fluttering in his stomach. Jez wasn't worried though, and if she was going to ignore all the couples making goo-goo eyes at each other while they stood in line, then Morgead would too.
As they waited in line, Jez began to notice the romantic air surrounding the ride. Glancing at Morgead, she realised how close they were standing and began inconspicuously inching away from him. By the time they were at the front of the line, Morgead and Jez were forced to stand within inches of each other, which had Jez shifting uncomfortably – something that did not go unnoticed by Morgead.
"Next," a bored looking teenager a few years older than Jez and Morgead called out from the opposite side of the line they were supposed to wait behind.
Stepping over the line, Jez and Morgead were told to show their bracelets, and were then shown to their cart. On the way to their seats, Morgead got an idea. He made a little detour and slunk towards the control panel with a middle aged man lounging behind it. The man peered up at Morgead from under the brim of his ball cap when he stopped in front of him.
"How would you like to do me a favour…" Morgead proposed, leaning casually against the console and carefully watching the man's face as he spoke.
Morgead had just enough time to make a deal with the scruffy man before he was shooed back to the cart by the acne prone teen. As Morgead slid into the cart, Jez glared suspiciously at him. "What did you do?"
"Me? Do something? As in…cause trouble?" Morgead gave Jez a painfully fake hurt expression. "Now when have I ever done that?"
Jez scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Gee, let me think," she muttered sarcastically and rolled her eyes.
Morgead and Jez were mostly silent for the first three rounds. Jez watched out the side of the basket while Morgead admired Jez. He could see all the many lights shining in her wide eyes.
Despite the relaxed atmosphere, Morgead was getting anxious. He was careful to hide it from Jez, just in case she happened to glance over at him or she stumbled upon it in the outer layers of his mind.
Suddenly, at the peak of the circle, the ride lurched to a halt. Jez grabbed hold of the side of the cart as it swung in response to the sudden lack of motion. "What happened?"
Morgead glanced over the side warily and muttered, "Like I know?"
He watched out of the corner of his eye as Jez scooted farther away from the edge and by default, closer to him. As she pressed into his side, Morgead prayed she couldn't feel his heart beating erratically in his chest. "What if it's broken?"
"Relax, Jez," Morgead sighed dully. "it's not like we're gonna fall out of the air or anything."
Jez's eyes widened and she swatted at Morgead's head, sending his hair flying straight up on one side. "Way to put bad things in my head, Morgead!" she glared accusingly at him and he chuckled. He found Jez so cute when she was worried. "Besides…what if we do?"
Morgead glanced down at her warily. "Fall?"
"Yeah…"
"Come on Jez, you can't honestly be scared that –"
"I'm not scared!" Jez shrieked and aiming a punch at Morgead's chest. She may have succeeded in bruising Morgead, but it was him who felt a wave of victory when Jez's sudden fast movement caused the cart to swing and lilt dangerously. She inhaled and tucked herself safely under Morgead's arm, clutching tightly at his shirt.
A flash of guilt washed over Morgead's conscience, but he shoved it down and out of sight. And instead of dwelling on it, he spoke quietly to Jez. "It's okay, really Jez. This thing is totally safe. Nothing is going to happen." As he spoke, his lips brushed against Jez's ear, causing pleasant shivers to run up her spine.
"Are you sure?" Jez murmured doubtfully. "I heard that one cart detached last year, and one person fell out and died."
Morgead sighed and stroked her hair. "I don't think they would be letting people go on it if they hadn't fixed the problem, Jez."
Jez sniffled and cuddled up closer to Morgead. He was surprisingly comfortable, and he was making her feel somewhat better. But still, the thought of tumbling out of the basket and falling three stories straight down loomed at the back of her mind. She needed something to distract her. "How long do you think we'll be up here?"
Morgead thought about what to tell Jez. After a brief hesitation, he murmured, "I don't think it'll be very long."
Jez shifted and looked up at Morgead with big, shining silver-blue eyes that made a fresh wave of guilt wash over him. "What are we gonna do while we're stuck up here…?"
Morgead swallowed thickly and tried to answer, but it felt as if someone had stuffed his mouth full of cotton balls. How had he thought he could do this? He got within a few inches of Jez, and he froze up. Who was he kidding? He'd never have the guts to kiss her.
Jez continued to stare up into Morgead's beautiful jewel-like eyes, oblivious to his internal battle. He moistened his lips and his gaze flickered to Jez's pale lips. They were so close.
Morgead was so nervous; his face had blanched to a deathly pale shade, even more so than his usual vampire-paleness. Jez reached up and swept a few strands of his jet-black hair from his eyes and murmured, "Morgead…what's wrong?" she left her fingertips resting lightly on Morgead's temple, and he found himself having to swallow another lump in his throat.
He had the sudden urge to get away from Jez; put some distance between the two of them. His whole body was burning from anticipation and he was afraid she would notice.
Jez however, had the opposite instinct. She moved closer to Morgead, barely aware of what she was doing. She paused with her lips hovering millimeters from Morgead's for a moment; measuring his reaction through half-shut eyes. Morgead's breath hitched, and that was all the reaction Jez needed. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she pressed her lips to Morgead's briefly.
Disappointed about his lack of reaction, Jez pulled away. But the second she did, Morgead's hands were tangling themselves through her fiery hair and yanking her roughly back to him. Jez and Morgead's lips crashed into each other and began moving fervently.
Jez twisted around with some help from Morgead without breaking rhythm. With Jez straddling Morgead's waist and the pair so absorbed in each other – exploring each other's mouths as well as minds – the Farris wheel jumped and started sluggishly spinning again.
As Morgead's hot hand passed over Jez's bottom, her mind finally caught up with what was happening and she jerked backwards, pulling her hands from Morgead's hair and face quickly. Morgead's eyes popped open and he looked up at Jez with feverish eyes. Both Jez and Morgead were panting, and Jez seemed embarrassed. She glanced down at the awkward half lying position they'd fallen into and scrambled off of Morgead. She looked away and tucked a strand of her flaming hair behind her ear without looking at Morgead.
Morgead swallowed and eased into a sitting position, casting a remorseful look towards Jez. "Jez…"
She waved a hand dismissively at him and muttered something incoherent.
The pair sat quietly until two more carts unloaded, then it was their turn. The door opened and Jez sprang for the opening, Morgead following much more calmly. He glanced at the man behind the control panel and veered towards him. He smirked at Morgead's red face and swollen lips as Jez stopped and watched suspiciously as Morgead approach the man. When Morgead reached the panel, he slapped the ten dollar bill Jez had loaned him earlier onto the consol. The man chuckled at Morgead as he walked away with a dumb grin on his face.
But Jez lost her small smile she'd been hiding. She waited for Morgead to catch up to her, watching as he shook his hair into his face and tried to tame his grin. He stopped in front of her and cocked his head.
Jez crossed her arms and glared fiercely straight into his eyes. Even if it was Morgead, she would still try and intimidate him. "What was that?"
Morgead cracked his knuckles and glanced over his shoulder to the man watching them with a bemused smirk. "What was what?"
"Did you pay him to get us stuck up there, Morgead?" she challenged and stood up on her tiptoes, glaring into Morgead's eyes.
Morgead shifted and leaned away from her. "No?"
"Liar!" Jez cried. Successfully attracting the attention from the surrounding people, Jez proceeded to punch Morgead nearly as hard as she could in the chest, causing him to cough and slouch over, clutching at his ribs. Jez tossed her hair and spun on her heal, marching through the laughing crowd.
Despite Morgead's newly bruised ribs and the crowd of people giggling at his pain, Morgead couldn't contain the ridiculous grin that crept across his face as he watched Jez's hips sway as she strode farther and farther away from him.
It had been worth it.
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