𝒋𝒂𝒙 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒔
𝒊𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓
scarlett left charming on a bad note, but after her brother is put in jail for a year, she de...
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❛ Watch that tongue of yours before I cut it out myself. ❜
chapter five.
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TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF Charming's carnival, an event that has been going on for the best part of thirty years in the small town. It was a tradition for most families to go and spend a day out with children and other relatives would come in from further a field.
When she was very young, Scarlett's parents would go and help set the rides up, but would then refuse to pay for their daughter to go and enjoy herself with her friends. So surprisingly, Gemma Teller as the one who funded for the young girl's rides so that her son would enjoy himself more. Jax would always beg and beg his mother to death until she agreed to let Scarlett join them around the fair.
This year is the first year Scarlett's ever been Charming's fair without any relation to the Teller's. She had been dragged up out of bed early by Cami, so that they could go help set up some stalls and earn some extra cash before the fun started later on in the day. Scarlett had been directed to hook-a-duck hut.
As she's reaching up to hook the last prize onto the beam above her head, her finger prods her in her back, causing her to whirl around with a shout. Her face relaxes once she notices Camille's hysterical expression.
"Jesus christ," Scarlett mutters, running a hand through her hair, "You idiot."
Camille smirks, "I didn't even mean to scare you," She rocks back on her heels, "Anyway this is me forewarning you that your parents are here," She nudges her head over her shoulder as a truck pulls up onto the grass behind a few trees.
Scarlett groans, leaning back against the stall as she rubs her hands over her face, "For fucks sake."
"Hey," Cami says, "Wait for them to approach you. They might not even notice you're here. Like I said earlier, someone else will be working on the stall when the fair opens. They won't have any reason to see you, because they'll be in doing their shitty stall."
"What?" Scarlett's eyebrows raise and her head snaps up to her best friend, "They have a stall."
Camille hums, stepping around her friend to sort out the last few adjustments for the hook-a-duck, "You'll never guess what it is."
"Something traumatising and definitely not for children," Scarlett suggests, "Or something rigged so they make money but give nothing back."
Camille chuckles and her eyes are stuck on the counter as she deals with the money box, "Kids face painting."
Nearly choking on her own saliva, Scarlett pushes away from the stall and spins around to gawk at her friend with wide eyes, "What? You're lying. My parents doing face painting for other kids? Shut up."
