College problems

Chapter 10- One of my favorites

Violets POV

"Nice car," I complemeted. His car was a cute bmw 5 series. I walked around to the passenger side. "Thanks," he said said opening his door. "Oh, so your not gonna open my door, thats fine," I said, trying the rattle him. He brought his head up and quickly ran to my side with a, "Sorry". I laughed at him, getting into the car saying, "I was joking, but thank you." He chuckled lowly making his way back to his side. I laughed at him again. He got into the car shaking his head.

"Ready for blastoff? Buckle up," he said facing me. I giggled, it's like he thinks I'm gonna fly out the car. I grab the seat belt and buckle up. With a click I say, "Ready." He nodded, turning the key into the igition, putting the car in reverse, backing out, and saying a quick countdown. When he reached three I smacked him playfully on the arm. "Hurry up," I say. "OK, BLAST OFF!"

I was instantly thrown back into my seat. Now I know why we needed a countdown and seat belt. He drives like a madman! I close my eyes, praying I get out of this car alive. I can't even talk, he drives to fast! I hope our destination isn't to far because I don't know what I'm gonna do in this car. I let out a sigh. This is gonna be a hell of a ride.

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Finally! I open the car door, throwing myself out the car. "Good, god! You drive like a maniac, I will be driving the way back," I yell. Liam laughs , "Sure you can drive the way back, I wasn't even going fast, I was only going about a hundred, my usual is 120!" He retorted. He really is a madman. Whatever I'll let him off the hook this time. I'd rather look at this scenary. My mouth opens when I see the ferris wheel, then the funnel cake, and a beach! "A carnival?!", I shouted running to him, hugging him. He laughed. "Yea, one of my favorite places to go." I smile at him, I love carnivals. Mom and dad used to take us every weekend. And when I say every weekend I mean every single weekend. That is until, we turned 13, and our parents told us to "grow up". We just liked it because of family time. And then when we were fifteen they stopped it comepletly. Saying that "if you really wanna go the maids can take you". What kind of parent does that? See, even if it wasn't a carnial, we loved it because we got to spend actual time with our parents. They always just saw us as "distractions from work" and not their kids. It's hard to hide feelings. That being said, I began to cry.

"What's wrong Violet?" Liam asked, wiping my tears. "It's, uh, nothing, memories I guess. Thanks for taking me here," I say, staring right into his eyes, giving him a big, hopefully distracting, smile. He smiles back, "Your welcome angel. What do you wanna do first?" Did he just. Call me angel? OMG! My cheeks suddenly feel warm, telling me they are now a bright red. He chuckled. "Glad you asked. First thing, Rollarcoasters. Second drinks. Third being beach. Fourth, ferris wheel. And fifth being funnel cake, and after you take me to dinner! Check split of course," I said, having this gameplan memorized. He grinned, "The perfect girl." I probably turned a deeper shade of pink! Perfect? Hes to much. I rolled my eyes, pretending like I didn't care. Walking toward the first rollarcoaster I wanted to go on.

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"This is the last one I promise!" , I squealed at him.

He rolled his eyes, "Ok, Ok. Let's just get on already."

I jumped up and down, walking to the ride, which had a short line, probably because it's childish, but it is so fun! Being on a huge swing feels so refreshing!

We made our way to two swings, and he buckled me in. How sweet! He sat in the one next to me, buckled in and grabbed my hand. I'm guessing he wanted to stay close. I pulled my phone out, going to snapchat. I wasn't going to miss this cute video!

The ride had started, and I let out a squeal. Love this ride. "Refreshing right," I said to him. His eyes we locked, and his hand was holding mine tightly. "Very refreshing," he said sarcasticly. Well I'm sorry you didn't want me to go on the ride alone. I took a quick video on snap, saved it, then put my phone away. What? Kamile asked me to take photos!

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We were sitting on the beach, talking. The water sometimes splashing our feet. My head on his shoulder, our fingers intertwined. He for some reason is just so comfortable to be around. You know what I mean he is like that person that you can be you, and not feel weird, or emberassed. He is just s- my thoughts were caught off, "Wanna go to the ferris wheel now," he asked. Yay! Feris wheel!! I jumped up. "Why yes I am." I said with a posh accent. He laughed. "Then we shall be on our way," he replied, with a posh accent. Making me laugh harder. He stood up aswell grabbing my hand, and taking me to the feris wheel.

This ferris wheel doesn't look safe at all. I can practically hear it screaming for oil. "Maybe we should just go get dinner," I say. He nods rapidly, "Yeah, sounds good to me. Italian?" I smirk. "Olive garden? Please! I really want it," I say jumping up and down. "Ok, miss energy. Olive garden it is, even though we look straight out of teen beach move, lets go!"