Still Holding On

thirty-one

Sometimes it's hard to figure out Allan—what's he thinking, what's going on his head. He could fake a smile even when he might be crying on the inside. So it's always hard to figure out what is going on in Allan's head. He looks confused—as if he wanted to do something but he was overthinking it.

I stood up as I felt the cabin jolt terribly. Allan looked panicked for a second and then I took a seat next to him.

"Okay! Fuck! That was scary." Allan said. It was scary but not as much as it seemed.

He looked amazing when you looked at him from quite close. Those perfect eyes and those lips. Why the fuck was I thinking bout his lips? UGH!

But as much as he didn't like the way he looked and however insecure he was about his looks, he was perfect. Those messy curly hair. The way he wears his big glasses. The way his eyelashes are. Everything is just beautiful about him.

Except the pain that he has gone through. It just gives me chills the way he deals with things. Literally everyone looks at him like he has done some crime being into guys.

"Wear your glasses. You look cute in them." I requested, even though it sounded more like an order. He was holding his glasses in his hands.

"You sure know what you want, huh?" He commented with a taunting tone.

He put on his glasses as his other hand rested right next to mine on the seat. I took all my options into consideration and held his hand.

"Nuh-uh!" He exclaimed. "You don't do that on here." He spoke with a smirk.

"Then what do you do on here?" I asked, just a little confused.

He leaned in a little and kissed me as he let his hand pull me in by my t-shirt.

He leaned out and I could feel his breath on my skin. It was warm.

"This is what you do on here." His eyes were still close and mine were stuck on his wet lips.

"Can we do that a little more then?" I asked. But just as I finished my question he pounced on me and kissed me back. Harder this time. It was not just a petty little kiss. It felt like a strong desperate controlling one this time unlike the other times.

It was back. The sensation. The vibration that I felt when he touched me. It was like this strong physical feeling. Like I had just been completed in some absurd way. And I wanted to feel it more. More and more and more.

"People" he kissed me again "can... see." I reminded him. He was making me run outa breath. It was fucking awesome!

"I. Don't. Fucking. Care." He said as he gasped for air too between his words.

The cabin was swinging heavily now. But neither one of us cared. He was on me and I wanted more of him. I wanted his skin on mine every second from now onwards. He let his hands slip through my t-shirt to my collar bone and my shoulder on the right side as the other swung tight around my neck and hair. A second more and he would've stripped me naked right there in the cabin in a Ferris wheel.

He was all over me and I didn't want him to stop.

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We got down the Ferris wheel after a little while. Cole texted me that they were in the Carnival around the entry. I and Allan were headed right in that direction after I texted Maddie to meet us there with her girlfriend too.

"That... was wild!" I commented.

"Well it's a rare side. But I can be wild." He passed a wicked smile as he grabbed my hand.

"Who are you? What the fuck did you do with Allan?" I giggled.

We were right next to the entry gates and we spotted Cole and Nishi.

"Ooh! What's with hands huh?" Cole gave us a smirk and asked, looking at our locked hands.

Nishi hit him with her elbow and side-eyed him. "Where is Maddie? She was with her girlfriend right?" Nishi asked.

"They were—" as I started to speak, we heard someone scream from the back. And so we turned behind to look.

"NISHI. BAHL. OH MY FUCKING GOD!" It was Lily, Maddie's girlfriend. But how did Lily know Nishi?

Nishi's smile suddenly disappeared. She looked terrified for all I could see.

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