chapter twenty four

t h i s i s t h e p a r t w h e r e

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Picture: the feels you'll be feeling

Dedicated to @proclaimed because I know that I would have the exact same kind of luck as you would!

Her most embarrassing moment was: 'I was on a date with my boyfrien and was trying to impress him by climbing this tree faster than him, but ended up getting pooped on by birds'.

Gurl, I feel for you.

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"This one," I pointed to the humongous rollercoaster in front of me, full of spirals and loop-de-loops. If looks could kill, Tyler's expression would have me six inches down in the ground in the local cemetery. "C'mon, it's not even that bad!" I bed, not ashamed that I sound like a little kid.

Tyler had taking me to an amusement park. The same one that Emily, Nate and I go to every year. It's the best amusement park in a 100 mile radius, and only a fifteen minute drive away in Halston. Halston may be our rivals, but that doesn't mean we won't go here. Nothing is stopping me from riding their rides.

Halston's carnival slash amusement park is known for their killer rides. There's about fifteen to choose from, with about seven of them being the kind of rides I love. Scary, fast and dangerous.

"No fucking way," Tyler shakes his head. Maybe it's the name that's scaring him; after all I would feel a little nervous to get on a rollercoaster named 'Coaster of Death'. Yet, I'm so excited I'm about to pee myself. Rollercoaster give me so much adrenalin, and I love it. "Eres una perra loca," he grumbles under his breath as I grab his arm and pull it so hard it nearly falls out of the socket.

That ass, I am so not a crazy bitch. "Su mamá es una perra loca," I retorted. That's right, I just said a 'your mom' joke in Spanish. Speaking two –no three, sarcasm, remember? – Languages really come in handy sometimes. It's a form of communication where other people don't know what you're saying . . . unless they google it.

Tyler gives me another 'look could kill' scowl, tempting me to just reach out and force his face into a smile. He should be proud! I'm extending my vocabulary to your mom jokes. "You're going to pay for that," he warns, "Now hurry up and get on the ride, if I vomit, I'll make sure to vomit on you first."

"Naw, how sweet," I practically race to the line-up for 'Coaster of Death'. Surely they were on some kind of drug when they named this ride? Surely. The line was short and sweet, and we were ready to get on the ride in about five minutes. Meanwhile, Tyler hyperventilates beside me. Apparently, he had a bad experience on a ride when he was little and nearly fell out, and since then, he has a prodigious hatred for them. I don't blame him, I would be a little petrified to get on a ride again if I nearly fell out. But I haven't.

"Calm your tatas," I tried comforting him, but it came out more like an insult. I practically forced him onto every ride so far that involved heights and spins. He hasn't vomited yet, which is a plus. After this ride, he said we are going to the Sideshow Alley – his favorite part because it doesn't involve death-rides – then once his stomach has settled from riding this death trap, we'll go and get something to eat.

He said that the only ride he can go on comfortably is the Ferris wheel. I thought that was cute, but only got another warning for calling him the 'c' word again. Apparently, every time I call him cute, he can call me masculine and see how I feel. Ass.

The ride coordinator straps Tyler and I in. It's one of those rides where it's just seats, and our legs dangle in the air since there isn't a foot rest underneath. The handlebars go over our shoulders and there is a huge lump in-between our legs that connect to the padded handlebars. It's a perfectly safe ride, yet Tyler thinks otherwise.

"I'm going to die," Tyler comments monotonously. I think he's starting to accept the fact that he is going to die. What an idiot.

Before Tyler can whine another word about his impending death, the ride starts moving at a deathly slow pace. This is my favourite part of any ride, because it's like the calm before the storm. Tyler sobs beside me. I nearly burst out laughing, but I know that I shouldn't. After all, we are on a date and I promised myself not to embarrass the hell out of him.

There's a steep climb ahead, making Tyler whimper again, while I grinned like some kind of sadist. What? Rollercoaster are amazing.

Before I know it, the ride ends. It was full of twists, turns, upside down spirals, steep climbs and Tyler screaming. Yeah, suffice to say he screams like a girl.

"That was awesome," I whoop after we get off the ride and I grab my bag. "Don't you think?" I turn to a very pale faced Tyler. He shook his head slower than ever, heading calmly to the bathrooms without a word. Oh god, this has got to be the best blackmail. Tyler Bradford, who everyone thought was fearless, is petrified of rollercoasters.

I go to walk over to wait by the bathrooms, but a tap on my shoulder stops me in my path. I turn around to look at the person. I blink. Once. Twice. Three times.

Standing in front of me is Allie. As in Allie Anders, the girl who hated me so much that she wanted to ruin my life. What the hell does she want? I thought she would be finished ruining my life by now. Standing next to her is her best friend, Destiny. Destiny is pretty quiet for being Allie's friend. You never really heard her talk, but she's really pretty and I heard that when intoxicated, she has a pretty loud mouth on her.

"Yes?" I quirk an eyebrow up at them. The quicker this conversation is over, the better.

"Um," Allie says nervously, "I want you to know that my intention was to ruin your life, but it wasn't like that."

"I don't want to—"

"No, please just let me finish," Allie stops me from saying that I really don't give two shits what she says. "Originally, I became friends with you just so that I could finally get my plan in motion. I could learn your secrets; ruin your life, the usual. But, then I got to know you and I realised that you aren't as bad as I thought. You're only human, and humans make mistakes. Aka, your mistake would have to be Hayden."

She's deathly serious, and I'm curious about what she is going to say, so I don't interrupt her anymore.

"He manipulated me into thinking you were some kind of evil person that you were out to get Tyler just so that you could get the satisfaction of watching me break down. So, we made a plan to ruin your life and I stuck to it. I stuck to it, and I can't believe I did that. I want to say sorry. I'm sorry for ruining your life, I'm sorry for hurting you over and over again. You don't have to forgive me; I just don't want you to hate me anymore. I'm trying something new. I don't want enemies, I want peace."

I'm speechless. Sure, Allie has been a bitch to me, but I never would have thought that, all along, it would be Hayden who started it. He's the one who made her hate me, he's the one who purposely broke us up, and he's the one who is filling Allie's head with horrible thoughts.

"It's not you I hate," I confess. Because, the time that I got to know Allie – the real Allie – I liked it. She was nice, caring and you could have a decent conversation. "It's Hayden."

Allie breathes out a sigh of relief. Her blonde hair lays limp on her shoulders, unlike the bouncy curls I'm used to seeing her wear. She's wearing jeans and a simple tank top, a contrast to Destiny who is sporting jean shorts and a cropped shirt. She must be freezing.

"I better let you get back to your date," she smiles, "You should be glad that you got Tyler, because I sure as hell couldn't."

I laugh lightly, waving goodbye as she and Destiny disappear off into the crowd. It seems like every time I talk to Allie, I either turn to hate her guts, feeling guilty or accepting friendship as an answer. Yes, she may be a bitch, but now I know why. It's not about all the other shit involved, it's why she did it. If I didn't know why, then I wouldn't have even given her a second chance.

I want to screw over people the way they do me, but my character and heart isn't built like that. Maybe I'm too nice, and I forgive too easy, but I'd rather be that than a girl who won't let anyone in. It's easier to let people help you, than not let them in at all. Maybe I'm weird for that, but I know that if people can't help you, you're never going to get anywhere in life.

"You awake," a voice startles me. Tyler laughs loudly at my shocked expression. He looks much better now, his skin isn't pale and he can sport a smile without it looking like an 'I'm going to puke on you' one. "So, how was the conversation?"

He knows about Allie and my conversation? How? "What?"

"With your brain," I internally yell hallelujah, because I'd probably look like an idiot yelling that in public.

"Pretty good actually, it's telling me that the Cotton Candy stall over there has my name all over it," I point to the bubble-gum pink stall which inhabits an array of coloured cotton candy.

"Always thinking of food," he shakes his head with a laugh, "What flavour do you want?' he grabs his wallet out of the pocket of his jeans, opening it up to get the money out. I sneak a glance inside, where a picture of Elsa is nestled in one of the pockets.

Oh god, here comes the feels train again.

"Watermelon please."

It turned out that the Cotton Candy stall is renowned for selling huge cotton candies. When I mean huge, I mean the size of my head times five. Tyler didn't get one; he said that he'd just eat some of mine.

Who said I wanted to share?

I take a huge bite out of the cotton candy, moaning at the taste of it. Watermelon flavoured cotton candy is the best. Not many stalls sell the watermelon flavoured ones, so when they do I always get them. I don't go to many amusement parks, so I rarely get cotton candy.

Tyler pulls a chunk off and shoves it into his mouth, managing to get it all over his nose. He tries pulling it off but it only dissolves on his nose leaving a pink stain. "You look like Rudolph!" I gasp in laughter. Tyler scowls, knowing that my next comment will have either 'adorable' or 'cute' in it. He knows me too well.

"Should I just write it on my forehead to make it easier?" Tyler refers to the word that I know he hates. I smile and nod. Tyler grabs my hand in his own, intertwining our fingers together. I suck in a breath of air, smiling into my cotton candy to hide the excitement on my face.

I don't think he realises how much of an affect he has on me.

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It's a known fact that in nearly every teen movie there's a kissing scene. That kissing scene is cliché – preferably at the top of a Ferris wheel with fireworks and love hearts radiating from the loves truck teens. As bad as it sounds, I've grown to adore those scenes. They put that twinge of hope in your heart that there is such thing as an idealistic relationship. Sure, the characters have flaws like everyone else, but when they're together, those fatal flaws don't matter.

I'd like to think that I would have the same kind of story as that. The one where you suck in a breath at every sappy moment, and scream at the television when he makes that stupid mistake or the girl is being ignorant.

This comes to this very moment. Tyler agreed to go on the Ferris wheel, since the amusement park was nearly ready to shut and the line-up wasn't as long as the walk from my room to the fridge.

Tyler and I had won a few games in sideshow alley, and then we went and ate dinner. It was cliché, and I happened to love it. Sure, he didn't win me some humongous bear, but I was happy with the plush turtle that had huge twinkling eyes and a huge smile.

The ride coordinator locked the cage after we both got in, me carrying my turtle in one hand and Tyler leading me in with his hand wrapped around my waist.

The sky was pitch black, and all that we could see was the rides below us, illuminating off our faces. We stayed silent for a bit, just watching the lights flicker below us, enjoying just being in each other's presence. It's funny that, a few weeks ago, I would have rather to hit his face with a steering wheel more than ever. But now, it's like all of those thoughts had diminished. Actually, most. Because, sometimes he is a real ass.

Tyler and I fighting like cats and dogs is as normal as Emily fangirling over One Direction.

"Hey, Nova," Tyler faces me with a slight mischievous smile on his face. "This is the part where I kiss you."

I pause. No way. He's joking, right? How can he be so smooth over it?

Tyler places his hand on my cheek, licking his lips as he leans in closer. This is happening.

The kiss was short, sweet and definitely the best I'd ever had. It couldn't compare to Hayden's or any other boy I had kissed. His kisses, just like him, are infectious and completely and utterly irresistible.

"About time," he whispers as he rests his forehead on mine. I open my eye, a giddy smile on my face.

"I know right," I say breathlessly, "I'm just waiting for Emily and Nate to show up and cockblock like they always do."

"I made sure they wouldn't," he smiles toothily. "Oh, and Nova?"

"Yeah?"

"This is the part where I ask you to homecoming."

I smile like an idiot, "And this is the part where I say yes."

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