She giggled as they descended the stairs. Hearing the annoyance in Jacques 's voice lightened her mood. She didn't stop giggling after they left the last lighthouse and scaled the fence. She had a problem.
She hopped on the bike and strapped the helmet on, this time, making sure her hair was completely covered by it. She circles her hands around him as they drove off. They stopped at the pier. She always wanted to go there but for some reason, always postponed it. Luckily it was open, she was sure they would have scaled the fence if it wasn't.
"What ride do you want to try?" He asked, stuffing his face with cotton candy.
"I'd like to go home," she chirped.
"That's an unusual name for a ride, let's see if they have it," he mocked.
She grumbled as they walked to the rollercoaster. The pier seemed familiar, it actually was. The picture of her parents was taken at the pier. A lot had changed since then, however. The rides were more colorful and attractive. And more expensive!
They got tickets for the rollercoaster and soon got on the ride.
"Seems someone can't keep her hands to herself." He chirped. Her gaze went to his hand. She was holding. Wait, when did that happen? She thought. Quickly, she let go of his hand, placing her hand on her lap.
The ride started. The first few seconds were fine. The ground looks so far away, she thought, when they were half way up. Her breath quickened, she never felt so tense. She didn't remember being scared of heights but she felt out of breath. She unconsciously grabbed his hand again. He made no shrewd comments, noticing how tense she was. Soon, they were at the top. The ground was much farther, the atmosphere becoming more tense. She sighed in relief when the ride ended and quickly scrambled out of it.
"That was fun," she said in a breathy tone, "Can I go now?"
"Not yet. Like I said, the night's still young," he smirked. She face palmed herself, wondering why she agreed to come with him in the first place. He dragged her out of the park, making her wonder where they were going to next.
They drove to the stadium. They weren't the only ones there, it seemed half of the town was also there. She remembered that there was some concert being held there. Synergy was performing, the boy band that practically proclaimed themselves the hottest in the world. Girls went gaga for them, she wasn't an exception. Luckily, she had mastered the art of self control from her grandmother, or else she was sure she would kidnap the boys and make them marry her. Whatever came first.
"Why are we here?" She said, feigning ignorance. "What does it look like?" He shouted, the screams of the crowd becoming louder with every passing second. "I didn't know you liked Synergy!" She shouted back. "I don't, my sister thinks they're the best thing since toilet paper!"
"Figures!"
She wondered why she had never attended one of their concerts. When they began to play, she remembered why. They may have been good looking, but the same couldn't be said about their music. She covered her ears with her palms, relieving them of their torture.
"Why do girls like them so much, their music is terrible!" He said, still shouting.
"I don't know, their looks I guess!"
"We should leave, my ears are killing me!"
"You bet! Can I go now?"
"Not yet!"
"I'll be cranky!"
"That's too bad."
They ran out of the stadium, shoving and pushing through the restless crowd. She felt her knees buckle when they finally got out. They got on the bike, driving out of the rowdy stadium.
****
They stopped at a hill. She stared at the dark midnight sky. The stars looked like diamonds studded on it. She could see a large part of the city from there, she was awes. The fireflies and the soft croaking of the frogs created a serene atmosphere, one she could get lost in.
"Why are we here?" She said, getting off the bike.
"I love star gazing," he chirped. She coughed, processing what he said. "Why would you think I would want to star gaze?"
"It clears the mind."
"My mind is clear enough, thank you very much," she scoffed.
"I don't need a seer to know your life's fucked up."
"I'm doing just fine!"
"You know, a problem shared is half solved."
"Why would I want to share my feelings with you?"
"Oh, you're not sharing them with me, it's with the stars."
She stared at him, a blank expression on her face.
"You're right, my life's messed up. I blame myself for well, everything."
"Continue, the stars are listening."
She giggled shortly before continuing. "My mother schooled here, she wanted to study engineering."
"Was that why you decided to study it too?"
"Stars can't talk."
"You sure about that?"
"Very...well, that's half of it. It's mostly because I destroy lots of stuff. As I was saying before a talking star rudely interrupted, she had a one night stand with some man and got pregnant, with me . She had to abandon her studies because of me. She never reaped the fruits of her labor, she died when I was five."
"Was she ill?"
"Nope. She had an accident. It's my fault she's dead. If she never had me, this would have never happened. I lived with my grandparents before I came here and although they don't say it, I know they miss my mom. I miss her too, it just makes the pain worse. What about you, buddy? What's your sad back story?"
"Stars can't talk."
"You sure about that?"
He let out a low chuckle. "I don't really have much of a back story. My parents had me when my mom was in high school. I was left with my grandparents while she went in to the university. They were never really there in my childhood, now they want to be best buds."
"At least they're making an effort. I don't still know who my father is. I just have a picture."
"Would you want to meet him?"
"Nope, I hate him. Unlike you, I'm not the forgiving type."
"Of course you aren't," he laughed.
"Can I go home now?"
"Fine, let's go."