An Attack Helicopter Brought us Together

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Emily POV

"This is stupid," Junk exclaims, punching the cage that we've been locked in. "I don't wanna be on a ferris wheel ride with... you."

"Finally," I huff, "something we agree on!"

"Fine. Let's just not talk for the next 30 minutes."

"Fine, Junk."

"Would you stop calling me that?"

"What else would I call you then?"

"I don't know my real name?" He states, "I'm not trash."

"You are though."

"Shut up."

More silence follows, and I hug my fortnite Llama. Junk, or Jungkook as he likes to be called looks out the window, crossing his arms. Junk is such a good nickname, but if he didn't wanna be made fun of, why did his mum even name him that in the first place?

I start thinking of other names to call him. I heard a lot of armies call him Kookie, but I like eating cookies, and that would just ruin it forever. Other than that, there's really no other names to call Junk. I take my candy bag, and I rifle through it.

"Would you stop?" Junk grits, finally speaking up again.

"Do you want one?" I offer, holding up the bag. Junk looks perplexed for a moment, but he digs his hand in the bag and takes one.

"Thanks."

More silence follows as we creep even higher on the wheel of doom. I check my watch, we've only been on this for 7 minutes. Ugh, 23 minutes left? That's too long.

"Um. I need to say something." Junk suddenly says.

"What?"

"I'm sorry for making your life hell ever since you arrived."

"I'm sorry for holding you at gunpoint, assaulting you, and stealing the award show."

I'm not really sorry, they were all pretty fun things to do. The only thing I feel a bit sorry about was stealing the award show, mainly because our kpop group was so talented that we overtook everyone. But then again, Beverly did rig it all.

"You're a weird person," Junk continues. "I don't mean it in a bad way, but-"

"I'm weird because the first time I saw you I punched you in the stomach?"

"And then you held us at gunpoint."

"And then I danced for you."

"And I told you that you sucked."

"That was mean, I'm still waiting for an apology."

He laughs. "I'm sorry for insulting your dancing, even though it was very weird, you are a very good dancer."

"Thank you."

"Are you going to apologise to me now?"

"For what?"

He shrugs. "For tying me up the roof and almost shooting me?"

"Oh, yeah that. Sorry about that."

"It's okay."

More silence follows, and I hold my llama even more tightly. I like my fortnite llama, and I like fortnite. Those are the only two things in this world that I love. I like Serena too, but I'm starting to think that she doesn't like me back. Junk is starting to get onto my good side, but he'll probably insult me and make me strap him somewhere again.

"Truce?" He suggests, holding out his hand towards me. "It's getting tiring to fight you almost every hour."

I think about it for a moment, then nod my head, "Truce."

I shake his hand, the mood in our cage getting really awkward. I've always had something to say to Junk, because he's usually trash. Wait, can I still call him Junk? We're sort of friends now, so I don't really know anymore.

"Can I still call you Junk?"

"Sure," he chuckles. "But only if you don't annoy me."

"I'm always annoying people, so I don't really know what you're gonna do when I call you Junk."

"You don't annoy me," he admits. "I mean, you did at first with your weird dancing. And also that music video disaster was horrible, but other than that, you're not that annoying."

"Oh," I say. "That's interesting, Serena always tells me that I'm annoying."

"I think Serena means it in a joking way. She likes you as a friend, but she won't admit it. That kind of happened with Tae and Jimin when we first started off. Once Tae annoyed Jimin to the point where Jimin punched a table. Now they're really good friends."

"Just like me and Serena!" I enthusiastically say.

He sniggers, "Maybe."

The cage lowers down to the ground, and the doors open.

"I'm going to go get some food, do you wanna come?" He asks briefly, then he steps out of the cage thingy. He holds out his hand to help me get out, and we both walk through the crowd of bustling, excited children. Junk and I stick together for a bit, but a fat kid comes parading through our path and separates us.

Maybe he went back to the food stalls? I think he probably just went there, and he decided to wait for me there. Maybe he's gone to go get a cookie or something, to remind him of his name Kookie.

I go to the cookie truck, looking around for Junk. The shop owner tells me that he hasn't seen Junk at all, but I should try the popcorn stall. I go to the popcorn stall, but she tells me that he probably went to the bathroom.

So I walk towards the male bathrooms, waiting outside for a couple of minutes before someone clamps their sweaty hands on my mouth. I squeal, my arms flailing everywhere as I try to untangle myself. They push their other hand on my neck, dragging me away. After seconds, they hold a cloth over my nose and mouth, and I black out.