Jade's POV
Kian's hands slipped into mine as we walked through the neon flashing lights. Mouth watering smells hovered in the air. I felt myself smile. I felt the urge to just stare at Kian. He was utterly beautiful. I could look at him and find a million reasons to love him more than I already do. We soon walked up to a rollercoaster that was lit up like a Christmas tree. Even in the dark I could see the skyscraper hill at the top. Kian smiled at me. My eyes widened. "No."
I screamed as we went up the hill slowly. The car was shaking and I felt like it was going to break and drop us. I can't believe he got me on this death trap. What if it breaks? What if I fall out?
What if I die from air pressure?
What if-
Before I could finish I felt the skin on my face being pulled off. I screamed and grabbed onto Kian's arm, to which he laughed at my cowardice. When we got off I ran to the nearest trash bin and threw up the food I didn't eat, making my stomach even emptier than it already was. Kian rubbed my back gently. I felt a bit better at his touch. I wiped my mouth with my shirt unknowingly, making a yellow and green spot on my shirt. I sighed.
Kian looked at my shirt, "Well we have to fix that now don't we." He stroked my face gently. "I love you."
"I love you more."
Kian got me another shirt and I went to the bathroom to change. I was looking in the mirror when a girl stared at me. My eyes met hers and she didn't look away. Her hand grasped the back of my head and slammed it against the sink. My breathing slowed, I felt so tired.
I woke up on the bathroom floor. My wallet was spread out on the floor. My cash was gone and my debit card was too. I sighed and rubbed my head. "Kian?" I semi-yelled. "Kian?" I yelled a bit louder. An older woman came in and rushed to my aid.
"Are you okay? What happened?"
"Can you get the boy outside? He's tall, blonde, and..and," my vision went black.
I opened my eyes a bit and saw Kian overtop of me. He leaned in to kiss me and rolled over. I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up in the shirt Kian got me last night. When I rose up my head pounded. I felt tears stream down my face. It felt like someone was shooting me repeatedly in my head and I wasn't dying. "Kian!" I yelled. That made it worse. "Shoot," I muttered under my breath. He came in looking like he'd been through black Friday at the mall.
He sat beside me and held my hands, "Are you okay? Do you remember anything from last night?"
Flashbacks came bearing the sight of my wallet on the ground and the woman who was more terrified than I was.
"A little."
"What do you remember?"
"My-my wallet was scattered on the ground. And this woman looked at me terrified."
I wonder why.
"When I came in, you were bleeding on the ground from your head. I took you to the Emergency Room and they stitched you up. You probably feel a lot of pain in your head from the stitches and the gash in your forehead."
What? I searched for my phone, head pounding. Kian found it next to the bed and handed it to me. Opening the front camera I saw how hideous I was. There was a long purple, infected looking gash down my forehead. I started crying at how ugly I looked.
"Baby I'm ugly," I sobbed.
He hugged me, "Yeah you are."
I smacked him, "Meanie."
"Hey you're meaner."
"You're meanest."
We both giggled and laid back.
I felt better already.
We spent the day inside watching movies and making random food from our cook book. We made lasagna, Fettuccini Alfredo, barbeque meatballs, and for the hell of it, character pancakes. I tried to make Patrick Star but it just looked like a pink, green, and purple paint splatter. Kian's turned out good. He made the heart eyed emoji. We swapped pancakes with each other and laughed. The hearts turned into circles and the yellow skin was burnt. After we ate we watched Power Rangers and used curtain rods as our swords. He hit me in my foot and I fell and started fake crying. Kian held out his hand to help me up and I pulled him down climbing on top of him. He looked at me and shook his head. I kissed him sweetly and it turned into a make out session. My head started pounding and I sat up.
"Dammit." I swore.
"It's fine baby. We'll have more moments," he kissed my stitches.
"Can we talk?"
"Yeah anything."
"What do you think about kids?" I bit my lip.
"Are you ready?"
"I think so. I mean I've always wanted kids."
"Maybe we could have my nephew Alex stay for a week to be kind of a practice run."
"Who's his mom?"
"Tab. She wouldn't mind because Alex loves coming to my house and if she knew why then she'd be all for it."
"When can he come? I've never met him! I bet he's adorable."
"He's 4 years old and energetic as hell."
"Call Tabbbbbbb," I tug on his arm whining.
"Okayyyyyy," he mocks.
He pulls out his phone and walks upstairs. Kian and I are going to be trial parents for a week. I want a little boy so bad. He'd bond with Kian and we'd play soccer in the backyard.
Kian ran in, "He's coming on Saturday!"
I squealed and jumped on him. He spun me around. I felt overjoyed. If this works out I might be a mom. This next week everything changes.
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Oooooo do you think they would be good parents?
Yay or nay?
Tootles❤
-k.m.
