his and hers | 18+

13 | definitely romantic

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pierce

an amusement park,
i chose an amusement park.

behind all the grumpy, and behind all the attitude, is really just a man who's biggest fear is a fucking amusement park. it's not my fault, blame it on my parents for bringing me to one when i was five, and allowing me to witness the most horrifying scene ever—killer clowns in a haunted maze.

i had lucas subtly ask her a place she'd love to go, and an amusement park was her first answer. when lucas asked why, she said because her parents never had a chance to bring her, and she's always wanted to see one in person, and go on the rides.

so, here we are.

she lets out a joyful laugh besides me, and my heart clenches. i don't let my decision simmer in my head as i drop my hand, and snatch up hers. her intake of air is audible as she looks down to our conjoined hands, then up to me face.

her lips are parted, like they always are when she's shocked. it takes everything in me not to lean down and kiss the living fuck out of her, i don't know if she wants that. she seems like a slow-paced kind of person. while i'm thinking about fucking her, she's probably thinking about picnics. christ.

"let's go," i rasp, and start walking. we enter the large archway, the screams of some kids having fun on their rides echoing. i walk past the ticket station and her eyebrows pinch together. "don't we need to buy tickets?"

she drops her hand from mine, and digs into her purse. i don't even give her enough time to get to her wallet, i snatch it from her hold and throw it onto my shoulder. she gapes, pointing at me accusingly. "you're not paying again."

"too bad, 'cause i already did." with a smirk, i pull my phone out and show her two QR codes that'll allow us onto any ride. i got the premium ones, so we don't have to fucking wait ten hours for a measly, fifteen second long ride.

"how much was it?" she crosses her arms onto her chest, seeming determined. "free."

"no they weren't."
"how would you know that?"
"because nothing is free."
"well, these were."
"pierce." her eyes narrow.
i cock a brow. "clem?"

her lips tilt up into a smile at the nickname, before slanting back into a scowl. "i don't want you to think i'm using you for your money." she whispers, her eyes darting to the floor. i take a step closer to her. placing two fingers under her chin, i force her eyes on mine. "i know you're not."

her palm clasps around my wrist, but she doesn't remove my fingers from her chin. she just holds me, as if she needs the balance. i can't help it, my thumb reaches out to run across her bottom lip. slowly.

her eyes widen, shining at me. fuck, she'd look divine on her knees for me.

"why does lucas have your number, and i don't?" i abruptly ask, breaking the heated silence, though i don't pull away. i press my thumb against her chin now, tilting her head up higher.

she shrugs, "because he asked." she drops her hand from my wrist and places it on her hip, jutting out the narrow bone. that slimy little shit. i owe him a knife to the fucking face.

i had an entire fucking conversation with him about this, and when i'd said i probably shouldn't ask for her number because it might scare her away, the little fuck agreed with me. oh, yeah. he's getting that stabbing.

i drop my hand, and pick up the one that still holds my phone, sending a quick, sweet-hearted message to my best friend.

me: you're fucking dead.