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"faith"

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Perhaps I had done some wrong to the universe, maybe I hadn't given enough money to a homeless person or hadn't brought enough cookies from the adorable Girl Scouts who visit me once a week — but in my defence we're already on a first name basis and they always somehow managed to rinse my purse within every visit, I'd say we had a strong enough relationship status for them not to curse me with the powers of karma, surely.

In times like this, I almost wish I had somesort of religion. Just to have some faith in something when it came to sitting next to a creepy stranger for a whole seventy-five seconds of a rollarcoaster. However, I use the term 'creepy' very lightly because, even if I tried not to, I had to admit he was undeniably attractive (for someone stupid enough to wear a beanie loose on his head whilst on a ride, anyway).

Even at a young age I had an immense problem with staring and I can't begin to explain how many times my parents had scolded me about it. It didn't fuss me, anyhow, because I didn't get really tend to get that embarrassed when caught in the act. I must admit; I loved to watch people squirm under my gaze, as strange as that might sound.

And so, I stared.

I watched causiously in attempt to figure out the stranger that I would spend the next minute, screaming with.

His hair was so long that the curls almost dropped at the weight but it was all held together by a grey beanie that I sincerely hopped would fall off during one of the loopty-loops, just simply because I could laugh at his expense. My wide eyes scanned his attire from head to toe. He had what I would call an interesting taste of fashion.

I was nervous to say the least. I was a coward when it came to hight and putting my life in danger, especially at extreme amusement parks like this one. The last thing I wanted was to humiliate myself in front of this dude, I don't know what I'd do if I screamed to loud and coughed up a lung or some vital organ. I was also known to have a weak bladder.

I crossed my legs, suddenly beginning to regret the chugging of a certain large soda seven minutes previous to this.

"So," he breathed, breaking the awkward silence that bounced around us.

Unsure of what to say, I cleared my throat. "So," I mimicked."the weather recently, right?" I said in a cliché attempt to spark up a conversation.

"Right!" he burst out in agreement, maybe a bit too enthusiasticly as it caused him to choke slightly on his saliva before the atmosphere turned back to pure, awkward nothingness.

In that moment, I pondered over running away when we were suddenly reuinited the same worker from before. "Hey!" I yelled with a grin, making her flinch. "Long time no see, uh—" I looked for a name tag but it obviously wasn't part of the uniform.

Well that's disappointing.

"May I suggest you invest in name tags?" she stared at me, mirroring the way I had stared at her before, frightened. "No?"

"Right." She murmured in confusion. "Lift your arms please, I need to put down the bar." I rose my arms, as did my carriage-buddie and she leant over extremely close to Harry so that both her arms were above either side of his head. Suddenly, for some reason, I found myself praying that if there was anyone up there who loved me; she would have a case of bad body odour, just to spite him.

Only when the bar clicked did I realise that I was officially trapped in most awkward situation I've ever experienced in the whole nineteen and four months of my entire life.

"Jesus," he scowled as she walked away, sadly not forgetting a playful wink accompanied with a sexual lip bite that sent my gag reflexes into overdrive. I looked to the right side of me and noticed his crinkled nose. "she stank."

I smirked, looking up to the sky.

"Why is your face like that?" I looked back at him as he stared at me with his thick brows furrowed.

"No reason." I uttered casually behind a low chuckle. Turning serious once again I stared back at him. "Would you ever consider letting my friend pluck your eyebrows?"

"What?"

"Just a suggestion." I added. Biting my lip, I observed from the corner of my eye as he self consciously riches his wild bushy, out of control eyebrows and couldn't help my snort. "Sorry," I apoligised as I noticed him starting. "there was this fat bird that flew past, thought it was funny." I explained.

I wasn't that skilled in life, I had two left feet and always burnt toast but one thing that I was an expert in was lying in bad situations. And if lying covered me from laughing at his face and potentially being cussed out by a stranger in a beanie, then I wouldn't feel so guilty about it.

He nodded, unaware and looked away.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I please have your attention. To ensure your safety please keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times and ensure that all your personal belongings have been given to an assistant who will take care of them. We are not held responsible for any lost property. Thank you and enjoy the ride."

Some passengers let out exited cheers and 'whoop's and my toes curled. I clenched my jaw and held onto the barrier almost like a lifeline. My fingers turned white from the tight pressure and I could tell my carriage-buddie was noticing this too.

My legs bounced on the balls of my feet as I awaited the moment of my demise.

"Hey are you —"

"Ladies and Gentlemen, get ready for takeoff!"

"Takeoff?" I yelped.

I heared a chuckle from my partner "It's a figure of spee—"

"5!"

"Oh my gosh." I groaned, feeling myself pale.

"4!"

"I don't feel too good..." I mumbled and squeezed my eyes shut.

"3!"

"Are you gonna' —"

"2!"

"You look green, are you sure —"

"1!"

"Mommy!"

"Takeoff!"

Notes

I don't know about you but even though we're only two chapters in, I'm already loving the characters. Is anyone else laughing? - mxndosus