Chapter 19; Carnival? Nahh.

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Thank you for reading!

Here is the continuing of Makenzie and Niall's date!

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*Makenzie's POV*

I wouldn't let Niall drive my Camaro, I know, he's been begging me forever, but I will have to think about it.

"Well, if I can't drive then can we at least take your other car?" Niall asked, pointing to the Nissan Rogue.

"Niall, I already explained to you. That's not my car remember?" I said, sighing.

"Well, can we take that?" Niall pleaded, he didn't like when I drove, he was always trying his best to pamper me, but I haven't gotten used to being spoiled and pampered yet.

"Fine, you can drive the Nissan." I said, laughing as I watched Niall as he jumped into the driver side of the Rogue. I followed behind him, and with a hop, skip and a jump, I was sitting in the passenger side, buckling my seat belt.

"So, where to?" I asked, as we left the final gate, I looked out the rear view mirror as Tracy looked smaller and smaller as we drove farther away.

"Can't tell you where we are actually going, but we are going to a few little shops.." Niall said, driving with one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shift.

"Why?" I asked, playing 20 questions.

"We need disguises silly." He said, looking over at me and smiling when we halted at a red light.

"Why do we need disguises?" I asked, pushing for answers.

"Well, do you want to be headlining on the news for the rest of your life?" Niall said, hitting the gas at the exact second the light turned green.

"Well.. no." I said simply, grabbing his hand.

"Alrighty then, let's go get disguises! I will get one of those funny mustaches and you can get a brunette wig and wear fancy cute clothes, but flats. No heels." Niall said, turning into a small outlet centre. (A/N; Outlets are common where this story takes place.)

"Here?" I said, pointing to the haircutting place.

"Yes, let's go get you a cute little wig." Niall said smiling at me.

"Hello how may I help you?" the lady at the front desk asked us, looking up. Good thing she was in her 60's, at least we are safe in here.

"We are looking to buy a wig for Marissa, she needs it for a part in her high school play in the coming fall." Niall explains.

"Oh, I see, what did you have in mind?" the lady said, standing us and motioning us to follow her.

I silently pray that there are no people younger than 20 in here. We walk through the main part of the hair salon, listening to this lady blabber on, Niall answering, and it is mostly older women getting their hair cuts, except for one seat who had a young hair dresser and a 16 year old looking girl getting her hair cut. I quickly urge Niall to walk faster and we make it into the hall.

"So, she is playing a middle aged business woman? Okay, so maybe a shoulder length wig, what color?" the lady asks as we walk into the wig shop. Niall sits me down in a chair, and lets go of my hand.

"A shade of brunette please, it could be shoulder length, or about as long as her hair now." Niall explains, looking at my hair.

"So long enough to reach just past her breasts?" the lady asks, two wigs in her hand. Niall looks at me with a cheeky grin, obviously peering at my boobs. Then replied,

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