SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

Carnival

TW: BBY AIMIE, lil bit of the old Graimie, Jaye'J has amazing nicknames, Aimie's below the height average, Aimie cannot math, Grace swears a lot, pre-teen romance, Fortnum and Mason hits home, Millie wins a dog, Lucy's scared of heights, it's not a carnival del barrio for maiya :(, I can't math either, updates once a week atm SORRY

(A/N: genuinely thought her birthday was Sam's pfft)(also genuinely thought the year 2000 was part of the last millennium okay nothing adds up but it works trust me)

It was Aimie's 11th birthday, and to celebrate, her parents were taking her to a carnival held in London. Leading up to this, Aimie had many sleepless nights, her surge of excitement hindering her from getting to sleep. It was rather the prospect of going to London which excited her. She was only ever allowed to go if she was accompanying her dad at the recording studio, or if she had an audition, so visiting London was a treat.

That was to say, she was also excited about the excessive amount of sweets she'd be allowed on the special occasion.

"MY LAST BIRTHDAY OF THE MILLENNIUM!" Aimie shrieked, fiddling with the skirt of her new dress. Her dad shook his head, laughing at her enthusiasm.

"Why is that significant to you?"

"It's what everyone at school says."

"Be a leader, not a follower. They probably heard some adult say it, and are now copying them to sound older and mature."

"I am old and mature. Come on, I'm in the double digits now."

"Eleven's a manipulative age."

"Why?"

"Take the number 11. You can flip it around, mirror it, cut in half, bend it... it'll always stay 11."

"If you bend it then it becomes a fancy M."

"Bend it in half, not diagonally. See, this is why you're bad at maths," her brother yawned. Aimie rolled her eyes, knowing that she was the best in her class but pretended to be shit because her dad was, and wanted to be like him.

"Yeah, I'm bad at maths. You're bad at everything else."

"Shh, stop fighting."

Aimie looked out of her window, playing with her seatbelt.

"Are we nearly there yet?"

"OH DON'T START-"

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They parked and made their way to the entrance. Her father turned to Aimie.

"Right you," he said, bending down to her small height (4ft 5, yes, very below the average). He thrust his hand into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. He pulled out three £10 notes. "Here you go. You have a couple of conditions with this," he said. "One: If you lose any, I won't replenish your amount. Two: You have to finish all of this by today. Three: No being benevolent and spending it on your brother because we all know he'd never do the same for you."

Aimie nodded, wondering how the hell she was meant to shell out £30 within the space of four hours.

Wait.

Sugar.

Aimie was a sucker for carnival food (mainly sweets, HAHA WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?)

She shrugged, skipping off to the Ferris wheel.

"Keep an eye on her," her father warned her brother, before patting him on the back, allowing him to join her.

Yeah so, her brother's a dick.

It was 5 pm, and her walkie-talkie had run out of battery. She was meant to be leaving since it was getting dark (it's winter, what do you expect?), but she couldn't find the rest of her family anywhere.