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eleventh

day the sixteenth

12:47 AM

Waiting in line for the ferris wheel, Wren looked at the ground without making any sort of eye contact with Harry. She could feel the alcohol's effects fading and her mind becoming more clear.

Or luke for that matter, the boy was basically breathing down her neck, his shoulder constantly brushing against hers. She knew he was probably waiting for her to compliment his performance, even though she'd already done so at least twenty-five times in the last ten minutes.

"Looks like the seats can only sit two," Ashton observed. "Are we going to pick partners or should we play rock paper scissors?"

"You idiot," Michael scoffed. "When picking a romantic other, you obviously flip a coin."

Wren tuned them out, not quite knowing Luke's band members and not sure if she wanted to.

"Next." The boy in charge of the ride flicked his eyes to Wren. She made her way to the front, Harry trailing behind her. Before he got a chance to make any sort of move, Luke slipped by him and quickly took Wren's hand, pulling her into the seat.

She couldn't help but feel a flash of disappointment as Luke pressed his body against hers and she looked out at Harry standing in front of the line. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his dark blue jeans and Michael was next to him with a bag of popcorn, cotton candy and a monster-sized lemonade in his hands.

"Well would you look at that, it seems we're going to have our first date on the ferris wheel." Michael said to Harry, stuffing a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

"it's an honor." He tried to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace as he flicked off a wad of spit on his shoulder from Michael.

"Let me just lay down a few ground rules lover boy, I'm not comfortable going past second base. Wouldn't want to lose my v card to some fancy hat-wearing hobo." A giant slurp of lemonade was taken and his hand reached into the cotton candy.

"It's a fedora."

"You think I care?"

The conversation faded as the machine lurched into motion, making wren's heart leap to in her throat and a tiny squeak escape her lips. She tried to look anywhere but the ground, her pulse pounding in her ear.

"You okay?" Luke asked.

Wren looked at him with wild eyes. "I'm fine."

"Well, you're kind of cutting off the circulation to my fingers." He gave a lazy smile as her eyes flicked to her hand which was gripping Lukes.

"I'm so sorry." Wren gasped, quickly pulling her hand away and biting the inside of her cheek. Luke gave a light laugh.

"Hey, don't worry about it." He grinned. "It was actually kind of nice." Wren turned away, feeling awkward.

"Do you like ferris wheels?" Luke muttered, his knee brushing her own. She swallowed, pretending not to notice the subtle lean he made towards her.

Wren had to be blind to not notice the feelings Luke had for her. At first, she would take his genuine actions as just being a sweet boy. But as time went on, she would notice Luke staring at her and was always finding ways to make physical contact.

"I'm not very fond of rides in general." Wren cleared her throat.

"But the ferris wheel isn't a ride," Luke said. "It's a way to see the world for what it really is, small, insignificant, but breathtaking."