Who is the Girl in those Drawings? 【LOOKISM X READER】

dg's memory #7 - amusement parks are always fun, right?

"Tickets, please." The tired voice of a teenage worker sounded out from inside the ticket box outside of the amusement park, the sound of them speaking cutting across the crisp morning air.

You turn to jakes, panicked. "Tickets? James! Where are the tickets?" The fear in your voice is palpable, easily read by anyone, especially James who answers your sudden nervousness with a hearty laugh as he hands the employee the two pieces of brightly coloured paper that meant so much to you in the current moment. The employee scans the tickets, and offers you a less than cheery "Welcome to the park."

You both smile politely and James even offers a friendly peace sign to the attendant as you cross through to the park, scanning your tickets and watching as the ticket gates let you both through, the turnstile spinning and creating its whining mechanical sound. Soon enough both you and James had reached the part of the amusement park that allowed you to look over at the view, seeing mountainous rollercoasters snake around the various attractions, rising in the sky and continuing for miles. The thrill of seeing other people being daring enough to even take flight on such a dangerous piece of equipment made your weak heart flutter and your palms damp with sweat. Even so, James grabs onto your hand and holds it, having your consent to drag you near a table and sit down with him after you'd both had picked up a map near the theme-park's guest information-station.

"So we're around... here, look." James states, pointing towards a small icon on the directional leaflet, his finger and its uniformly short-cut nails causing the laminated paper to wrinkle and crackle slightly.

You don't even take notice of James as you absorb in the sights around you, looking up from the map every few seconds or so to verify which picture on the map represented each different attraction. You finally acknowledge James with a simple and dismissive hum after looking at the map. It takes a few minutes before you've both been taught the map's geographical knowledge and know your way around the park, where you both begin your journey.

The casual meander of you both causes you to halt in front of a gargantuan structure— a towering rollercoaster that has its most thrilling point at the highest tip where the riders would feel every emotion multiplied by ten as they'd speed up at alarming rates and come to glide through a watery pool, splashing and completely drenching them with ice-cold water. You and James station yourself behind the metal railings that shield you from falling, the railing's peeling red paint glinting in the sunlight as both you and James watch each new circuit of people board the aquatic ride and seek the thrill of breakneck speeds. Each time the rollercoaster's cart passed through the basin full with water, the riders and onlookers would both be splashed and soaked with tiny gem-like drops of spray that glittered in the summer sunlight.

A thrilled laugh escapes your lips as you lean over the edge of the railing, your hands gripping tightly as your smile widens with excitement. Your body is being supported by the railing as you look down at the rollercoaster and the basin of water beneath it.

"Stand back, would ya?" James says, his tone stern but there's a hint of worry that can be sensed. "I may have won the last national swimming gala but I'm not diving 20 feet into freezing cold water to save you, hm?" James is lying, of course he would, and you know it.

"Yeah, right." You tease, pushing off of the railing to stand up straight. "I don't wanna go on this ride just yet, m'kay? I'll get wet."

A simple cough from James himself is enough to silence his loud thoughts in response to what you had said only moments earlier. "Yes, right."

James is left behind at the old railing as he inspects the aquatic rollercoaster make its last ride down into the watery depths before he turns and joins you, walking beside you again. It's his favourite place to be— next to you.