"Get off there before you crack your head open." Adam gave me an unamused look.
"No way man! This thing is awesome!" I was standing on a platform that was like a large circle, it spun at a pretty fast rate and I was running in the opposite direction.
Considering it was about three or four feet off the ground, I don't know why it was in a children's funhouse but hey; I'm not complaining. Only Adam was.
"I'm not carrying you out of here with a broken cranium. Although you're thick skull would probably be fine. So get off."
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Make me!"
He got a devious smile on his face and I instantly regretted my last statement.
He reached out and grabbed my legs at the moment I spun past him, making me fall into him. He caught me fairly gracefully, I had to wrap my legs around his waist as he steadied us.
"Jerk off." I glared at him.
He copied my previous action, sticking his tongue out at me.
I was going to retaliate but something else grabbed my attention first.
"I NEED IT!" I yelled.
"What could you possibly- you have got to be kidding." He gave me a blank stare.
"Let me go!!" I unwrapped my legs around his waist, we had been a few feet from the exit.
I knew I had to have it as soon as I spotted it, it was perfect. I ran over to the booth it was at. A young woman was operating the game. She gave me an amused smile as I bounded over to her.
"How much to play?" I asked too excitedly.
She laughed as a panting Adam caught up to me, he put his hands on his knees. "Quit that."
I mock saluted him, "Aye aye captain."
"Five dollars for three rounds." The girl told us.
I turned to Adam, grabbing onto his collar. "Is that a lot? I need it. You gotta help me! Vince has all my money and if I leave to find him someone might take the beauty!"
He rolled his eyes, "Trust me it will still be here."
"Adam!"
"Anything for you my dearest." He said sarcastically.
He took out his wallet and handed money to the woman, and we took our places for the game. It was a shooting game, shoot some ducks. Easy peasy. I loved to shoot. As soon as the game started I knew I had Adam beat, he looked so lost.
Soon the timer was up I had beaten the all time record. I fist pumped the air.
"Take that butt squish!" I yelled at Adam. "Now which one can I have?" I turned my attention back to the girl.
"Anyone you want!"
"That one!" I pointed.
She gave me a weird look. "Are- are you sure?"
I gave her a blank look, "Do I look like I'm kidding."
She shook her head amused, she handed me a giant stuffed caterpillar that looked like it was on drugs. It had weird legs sticking out everywhere with a pipe hanging out of its mouth, it was around four feet long and rainbow colored, with huge googly eyes.
"Happy?" Adam asked as we put my prize away in the car.
"Never better!" I laughed.
After we rode a few more rides, we called Vince to see where he was. He ended up being on the beach. The sun was just starting to set, giving the beach a nice glow. The sand wasn't blistering hot anymore, just an inviting warmth. We spotted him playing fetch with Kap. The beach had some people milling around, nothing terribly crowded thankfully.
Kap ran over to me once he spotted me, his big paws making thuds on the sand.
"Hi baby!" I smiled down at him, petting him all over. "I missed you too."
As I stood up I saw a few police men walking toward me, Kap did what he does and protectively stood in front of me. I could tell by his body language that he was on high alert.
"That dog needs to be on a leash." One of the police men said.
"Why? No one else's dog is?" I frowned.
"Because it's is pitbull and making people on the beach un easy."
"First off, he is not an it. Second, he's not hurting anyone, if anything he's the best behaved dog here." I said, my anger rising.
By now Vince noticed something was wrong and came over to us.
"Is there a problem here?" He stood next to me, crossing his arms looking intimidating.
"That dog needs to leave the beach. They are unpredictable and vicious."
"That's racial profiling! You have no evidence against him, so shove it up your ass. We are leaving." I growled, "C'mon Kap."
I turned and walked away when I felt someone roughly grab my arm and pull me back. I shoved the cop off me, hard. He fell into the sand, but got back up quickly pulling out his baton.
"That's assault on an officer." He yelled at me, striking me on the side of the face with his baton.
I fell to the ground and held my face, I couldn't hear anything but I felt another blow to my back.I waited for another blow but it never came. I looked up to see Adam and Vince yelling, being restrained and cuffed while Kap was latched onto the officers arm. Kap was tearing into his arm, blood dripping from his mouth, dripping into the sand.
It took me a moment to react but I got up and yanked Kap off the guy. As much as I should of let him keep tearing into the guy, I couldn't. As I was calming him down a catch pole came around his neck, effectively taking him from my grip.
I stood up and yelled at the animal control guy taking him from me. I went too take a step toward him when I felt someone pull my hands behind my back, I heard the clicking of the cold handcuffs on my wrist.
"Get off me! He didn't do anything wrong! He was protecting me!" I yelled to no one, yet everyone.
Tears came to my eyes as I saw Kap fighting against the wire that was attached to the catch pole around his neck. He was freaking out, growling at anyone near him, trying to get to me. The animal control man was roughly pulling him away, as the police man pulled me the opposite way.
"You're hurting him!" I screamed.
The cop who started it all was holding his blood soaked arm, looking at the scene with a smile I wish I could rip off his face. He looked me straight in the eye as he spoke.
"That dog is a danger to human society, take him to the pound to be killed."
Eh. Not my best. Oh well. In case anyone was wondering, Kap is my dog and I changed my profile picture to him so you can get an idea of what he looks like :)
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