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come with you," he said.
I looked over my shoulder, my hand on the door.
"Like that?" I asked, stifling a grin.
"What's wrong with this?" he asked as he looked down at his suit.
"Oh nothing, nothing at all. Hurry before we miss it all," I said, opening the door. I grabbed the car keys and walked over to the parked Mercedes on the road then he caught up and grabbed the keys from my hands.
"Hey!" I yelled.
"I drive," he said. I shrugged and crossed my arms as he got in. It wasn’t fair. After all, I did get the keys first. First come first served! Finders keepers, losers weepers. Hadn’t he heard of those sayings before?
Furious, I stormed into the car, counting to ten. Come on, Ivory, this isn't something to ruin your mood over. Think of all the candy cane and prizes you can win, I thought, smiling instantly. Oh, this was going to be fun.
"What is this place?"
I looked at him in disbelief. Had he never been to a carnival before? Oh right, he was probably running his businesses and was too busy for these things.
"This is called a carnival, also known as a fair or exhibition in some countries," I said. He shot me a look as I walked into the entrance.
"I know what it is," he said. Whoa, okay then, robot boy. No need to be rude.
I paid for our tickets, since robot boy was just standing there not knowing what to do and I rushed to the first game. I had planned on playing every game and winning at least one thing in every stall.
The last time I did this, I was sixteen with a bunch of my closest friends, whom I also called my fake brothers, and we had managed to win a massive softy toy from each stall.
"Round up, round up, miss. Would you like a shot?" asked an old man holding up what looked like a fishing stick but was made of magnets.
I let out a small squeal and rushed over to him, paying for a game that was three tries.
"Do you want to have a shot?" I asked politely. Even if he was a robot, I was brought up being polite. He looked confused but took the stick.
"What do I do?" he asked. The man explained the rules and Darius's eyebrows knotted like he was concentrating hard. I stifled a giggle while looking around. People were staring at him, maybe it was the lavish business suit one does not wear to a carnival or maybe the girls were checking him out.
I think it's both.
Darius had his first shot trying to pick up a duck and I let out a laugh as he kept missing. He turned and sent me an icy glare.
"Haha! Oh god, hurry up," I said, laughing. Even the old man seemed to be having a show. It had been five minutes and he still hadn't picked up a duck. There was a small crowd around us, either waiting for their turn or found this amusing as I did.
How hard could it be?
"You try it then," he grunted, handing me the stick.
"With pleasure," I said, grabbing it. I positioned myself in the middle just like I was taught to do. Closing one eye, I focused on the middle ducks; they were the hardest to get but they had the most points.
Leaning in on my tippy toes, I reached out, snagging a duck. A cheer went from the crowd and I stared at him with an "I told you so, it's easy," expression and he ignored me, blankly staring back.
I picked up my next two ducks just as easily and shrieked when I got a big penguin. The crowd clapped and let us leave, probably happy they could finally have their turn. I ran to the next stall, which was Archery.
"Here, hold it," I said, turning around and pushing the penguin into his arms. He held up the penguin cautiously and turned it around.
I sighed, shaking my head and paying for my turn. This was going to be fun.
An hour later, I was tired but there was still another half the carnival and I hadn't even started on the food or rides yet. I looked back up, shaking my head.
"Keep up!" I yelled.
Darius glared at me as he carried all my prizes and I stifled a grin. He
I looked over my shoulder, my hand on the door.
"Like that?" I asked, stifling a grin.
"What's wrong with this?" he asked as he looked down at his suit.
"Oh nothing, nothing at all. Hurry before we miss it all," I said, opening the door. I grabbed the car keys and walked over to the parked Mercedes on the road then he caught up and grabbed the keys from my hands.
"Hey!" I yelled.
"I drive," he said. I shrugged and crossed my arms as he got in. It wasn’t fair. After all, I did get the keys first. First come first served! Finders keepers, losers weepers. Hadn’t he heard of those sayings before?
Furious, I stormed into the car, counting to ten. Come on, Ivory, this isn't something to ruin your mood over. Think of all the candy cane and prizes you can win, I thought, smiling instantly. Oh, this was going to be fun.
"What is this place?"
I looked at him in disbelief. Had he never been to a carnival before? Oh right, he was probably running his businesses and was too busy for these things.
"This is called a carnival, also known as a fair or exhibition in some countries," I said. He shot me a look as I walked into the entrance.
"I know what it is," he said. Whoa, okay then, robot boy. No need to be rude.
I paid for our tickets, since robot boy was just standing there not knowing what to do and I rushed to the first game. I had planned on playing every game and winning at least one thing in every stall.
The last time I did this, I was sixteen with a bunch of my closest friends, whom I also called my fake brothers, and we had managed to win a massive softy toy from each stall.
"Round up, round up, miss. Would you like a shot?" asked an old man holding up what looked like a fishing stick but was made of magnets.
I let out a small squeal and rushed over to him, paying for a game that was three tries.
"Do you want to have a shot?" I asked politely. Even if he was a robot, I was brought up being polite. He looked confused but took the stick.
"What do I do?" he asked. The man explained the rules and Darius's eyebrows knotted like he was concentrating hard. I stifled a giggle while looking around. People were staring at him, maybe it was the lavish business suit one does not wear to a carnival or maybe the girls were checking him out.
I think it's both.
Darius had his first shot trying to pick up a duck and I let out a laugh as he kept missing. He turned and sent me an icy glare.
"Haha! Oh god, hurry up," I said, laughing. Even the old man seemed to be having a show. It had been five minutes and he still hadn't picked up a duck. There was a small crowd around us, either waiting for their turn or found this amusing as I did.
How hard could it be?
"You try it then," he grunted, handing me the stick.
"With pleasure," I said, grabbing it. I positioned myself in the middle just like I was taught to do. Closing one eye, I focused on the middle ducks; they were the hardest to get but they had the most points.
Leaning in on my tippy toes, I reached out, snagging a duck. A cheer went from the crowd and I stared at him with an "I told you so, it's easy," expression and he ignored me, blankly staring back.
I picked up my next two ducks just as easily and shrieked when I got a big penguin. The crowd clapped and let us leave, probably happy they could finally have their turn. I ran to the next stall, which was Archery.
"Here, hold it," I said, turning around and pushing the penguin into his arms. He held up the penguin cautiously and turned it around.
I sighed, shaking my head and paying for my turn. This was going to be fun.
An hour later, I was tired but there was still another half the carnival and I hadn't even started on the food or rides yet. I looked back up, shaking my head.
"Keep up!" I yelled.
Darius glared at me as he carried all my prizes and I stifled a grin. He
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