Living in Lies ✧ S.W [1]

chapter twenty-eight

"I haven't been to a carnival since I was like 15."

As we rolled up into the parking lot, we saw all of the colourful rides already set up and running. It's only an hour past sunset, but the machines were decorated with multicoloured shining lights that light up the entire fairground.

"Neither have I," Sam agreed, chuckling. We hopped out of the impala and made our way to the fairgrounds. Once we payed for our wristbands, we finally stepped foot in the loud yet excitement filled area.

Many parents with kids were starting to leave at dark, but lots of teenagers and people I've noticed around my university and the diner were starting to show up like Sam and I.

Sam and I stood near a lemonade stand gazing around at the scene. I looked up at him to see his lips slightly parted, his eyes darting around at everything and everyone walking near us as if he thought they were going to attack us.

I took his warm hand in mine and squeezed it, making him look down at me.

"You okay?"

"Yeah..I just," he cleared his throat and looked timidly around. "I.."

I followed his eyes where he stared to see a man dressed in a colourful suit handing someone a balloon a few yards away. I turned back and gave Sam a warm smile.

"Not a fan of clowns?"

"No. What? Not at all," He said, sounding almost out of breath. I watched his neck as he swallowed.

"Are you..scared of them?"

"No! Noo...maybe.."

I smiled. "The one thing that Sam Collins is scared of..is a clown."

He gave me a look and I laughed.

"I'm sorry. Here, let's go over there. Hopefully there aren't more of them.."

We walked through the rides and booths filled with all sorts of games and toys, taking in all of the colours and things to do.

"Ooh, let me try this one," Sam said, completely forgetting about the clown and letting go of my hand. He walked up to a target shooting game. I watched as some people our age attempted to shoot out of a small gun, but could barely even hit the target.

Sam payed the carnie and the man gave Sam a pellet looking gun. I took a few steps back. There were five targets at the end of the long black booth that you had to hit. Sam brought the scope up to his eye and began to aim.

While his finger pulled the trigger, making a loud noise, I watched as one target got a bulls eye. Then the next and the next, but the last one was a bit off. Sam slightly cursed and I laughed.

"That was so good!"

"Not good enough. You need to get all five bulls eyes before you can win one of these," the man running the booth said, pointing to the large stuffed animals hanging from the top of the booth. I never even noticed them until then, and when I did, I knew I wanted one.

"Sam you have to win this," I said intensely, but with a grin on my face. I put my hand on his arm. He looked at me and smiled.