Signal of Distress

38 - Pleasure

~ Confident - Justin Bieber ~
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Take control of my body, I'm yours
-River Mitchell

"Who the fuck is knocking on my door like a maniac," I mutter as Marcus heads to open it. He opens the door and I peek from my bed, watching as Eli rushes in.

"Ebony, Marcus, get the fuck out!" He exclaims.

"Eli!" I laugh as he approaches me. He kisses me before looking at Ebony and Marcus as they collect their stuff.

"Sorry. Bye!" He waves at them.

"See you guys later," Marcus waves. He and Ebony both leave and I stare at Eli, weirdly.

"Well, get dressed!" He claps his hands together. I laugh sitting up on my knees, on top of my bed. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer.

He gives me a skeptical look, making me laugh. "What are you doing kicking out my friends and shit? Eli?" I question. He presses his lips against mine and moves in a haste.

I pull back and place my hand over his mouth. "Eliiii," I drawl. He says something but it's muffled by my hand. I drop my hand from his mouth. "Sorry what?"

"We are going to the carnival, get dressed. Now," he rushes me.

"Don't they say never rush a lady," I question.

He groans, pushing his forehead to mine. "River, will you please get ready so I can take you to the carnival. And possibly fuck you on the Ferris wheel" He cracks a small grin.

I laugh pushing him away from me. "Whatever. We are not having sex on the Ferris wheel," I make clear as I walk towards the bathroom.

"Never say never!"

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"I haven't been to a carnival since I was 14," I confess.

"Really?" Eli asks as he drives.

I nod as I stare out the window. "Yup! My first date took me to one." When Eli's silent I look over at him.

"How'd that go?"

I groan, shaking my head. "He threw up on my new shoes because he got sick from too many rides after the pie eating contest. Never again," I mumble. Eli begins laughing.

"It wasn't that bad. He was... nice."

He laughs even more. He hasn't run away from me even though I told him I'm a murderer. He still doesn't think I killed them. Which is funny because I did.

But he's still in love with me and that's all that matters.

He parks the car and I look around. "We're here."

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"Photo booth! Pleaseeee," I beg as I drag Eli towards it. He chuckles as he follows me into it.

"6$ for six pictures. It'd be fun," I assure. He takes my hand leading me inside.

We both sit down, side by side facing the camera. "A nice one for the first one. Smile," I tell him. He throws his arm around my shoulders sliding me closer to him.

I hit the button and it gives us a countdown. I tilt my head into Eli as I smile. "2... 1." Lights flash indicating our picture has been taken.

I look up at Eli and grab his jaw. I press my lips to his cheek as the next picture flashes us. I pull away but he grabs me back pressing his own lips to my neck for the next picture. I laugh at how much it tickles.