"JUST LOOK AT him, he's slurping up all the attention like a yoghurt drink." I rolled my eyes at the scene unfolding in front of me.
Saliha laughed, "That's what famous people do, Lotte."
I sighed exasperatedly, "I'm just sort of glad you're here. Even if you're one of the main reasons I don't want to be here."
She stuck a tongue out at me, "Hey, I did it to make things easy for you."
Apparently, making things easy for me, meant a whole dress up session to them.
Saliha and Mia held me down while Trina clothed me.
She clothed me!
She put me into a pair of white shorts, a red and orange off-shoulder top , and a pair of pink ballet flats.
I swore to myself that I would never wear ballet flats again, but the look on Trina's face made me feel bad not to.
They even put pins on my hair.
Evil.
I feel like I have horns.
"How the heck is this making it easy for me?" I grumbled, looking at the scene in front of me again.
Daniel was surrounded by four girls, while Saliha stayed back with me.
"You'll see." She winked at me.
Guess where Daniel took us?
If you guessed a park, then yes.
You are very correct.
Except this park had Amusement in front.
He took us to the New York City Amusement Park.
Where kids play, and adults rest.
Well, that's not really their motto, but, that's how it should be.
What did Daniel expect us to do? Play here?
Well, I would love to play, except, I don't like the fact that they have to be with us all the time.
Saliha and I should be excused. That's what I told the camera men a few minutes ago, but they said that they'll think about it.
"I want to go on the rollercoaster." I pouted at Saliha.
She laughed, "Me too. But try convincing Daniel to go there."
I rolled my eyes at this, "Do I have to?"
She nodded, chuckling.
I groaned out loud, "Ugh, fine, but you're coming with me."
I pulled her towards the direction of Daniel and stopped when I was mere centimeters away from him.
Their chatter abruptly stopped, and everyone in the group looked at me.
I looked at his sparkling blue eyes that I want to poke out.
"Can we go to the rollercoaster?"
His brows furrowed, "Why are you asking me?"
I groaned, turning away, "Ugh. This conversation is boring."
Saliha turned me back around to face the blue eyed monster who looked amused.
I'll punch that look off of your face and tear that bandage apart, you little-- ugh.
"Can we go to the roll--" I paused mid sentence when I saw how much fun the people on the coaster were having.
"--you know what? Nevermind. You're coming with me."
I took his left hand, and dragged him away from the bimbos he was chatting with earlier.
He kept fussing about how rude it was to take him away from the group.
I abruptly stopped and faced him, "Do you know how rude it is to punch your best friend and band mate?"
He stopped talking and looked at the ground.
Saliha looked amused as she shot me a small smile.
I returned the gesture.
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
I dragged him over to the coaster and bought three tickets.
"Don't I at least have a say in this?" Daniel sighed, running a free hand through his blonde hair as we sat on the coaster.
Saliha was on my left, while Daniel was on my right.
Saliha shook her head no, "What Lotte wants, Lotte gets."
I heard Daniel grumble some things under his breath.
When the coaster was starting up, I saw him turn pale.
I leaned over to Saliha, "Why is Daniel so pale?"
"Oh, he's terrified of roller coasters." She shrugged.
Just then our eyes widened in realization.
"Dude, I'm a child, not a killer! You should have told me!" I whisper-yelled at her.
She rolled her eyes as she whispered at me, "I forgot okay!"
I then turned back to Daniel who was still pale.
I gave his left hand a reassuring squeeze and he turned red as he glanced at it momentarily before he looked at me.
"I didn't know you were terrified of coasters." I admitted, sighing.
He breathed out, "I-uh, it's fine, I guess."
I gave him a smile, he smiled back.
Well before he screamed his head off minutes later.
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"That was the most fun I've had in years!" Saliha exclaimed as we got off the coaster.
I grinned at her, "Another one?!"
"Oh, God no. I think I'm gonna pu--" Daniel gagged.
We laughed at his expense while he glared at us.
"Don't get your thong in a twist Dani. It was fun, admit it." I stuck my tongue out at him.
He gave me a smile, "Yeah, it was okay."
Oh look at those dimples.
Saliha looked at the two of us with narrowed eyes, "Uh okay, I think I'll be sick."
What?
"Let's go get corndogs." Daniel offered, pointing at the stand.
I shrugged, "Sure. Sal, let's go?"
Saliha shook her head no as she gave me a small smirk.
"I'll pass. I'm gonna look for the rest of the group and make sure they're not pregnant by now." She joked.
We laughed.
"Yeah okay. I'll see you later." I waved at her as she made her way over to the Caramel Apple stand.
Ah, Saliha.
"She's a nice person, isn't she?" Daniel inquired, looking at me.
"Yeah, she is." I smiled at Saliha's direction
"One of the reasons I stay on this show." I added.
"And what are the other reasons?" Daniel raised an eyebrow at me as we walked to the corndog stand.
"Mia, Trina, Corbyn, Jonah, Jack, Zach-- oh, and the fact that I can't leave." I listed off, scowling at the end.
He frowned, "Why am I not in the reasons you want to stay?"
I shrugged, "Probably because you punched Bean last night, and the fact that all you've been doibg for the past week and a half is glare at me."
He looked down as we reached the corndog stand.
"About that." He scratched the back of his neck.
"Can I please explain?" He asked me.
"After we get the food." I gave him a nod.
I turned to the man at the stand.
"One basket of corndogs and a milkshake please." He nodded and looked at Daniel.
"I'll have the same, with large fries."
The man nodded and started making our order.
After five minutes, Daniel and I got our orders and went to a nearby bench that had a perfect view of the Amusement Park.
I could see Saliha making cute weird faces at the camera man near the cotton candy stand.
The girls were behind her, looking for Daniel.
Tough luck oranges, he's with me.
"Why don't we have camera men following us?" I asked Daniel.
He shrugged, "I told them not to."
I nodded in understanding as I put mustard and hot sauce on my corndog.
I took a huge bite.
It was an explosion of flavours inside my mouth as I moaned in delight.
"Lotte, I'm sorry for being such a jerk." Daniel blurted out, making me turn my head to him.
I'm pretty sure sauce was spilling out my mouth.
I kept chewing and nodded at him to explain.
He sighed, running a hand through his blonde locks.
"I didn't mean to be rude to you. I was-- I don't know."
I swallowed the corndog.
"There must be a reason." I raised an eyebrow at him.
"I-- I can't tell you yet. But I'm sorry for last night."
I narrowed my eyes at him, "Why were you drunk?"
--and liplocking with devil? I wanted to ask.
But that's not what I should ask.
Because, I have no right to interfere with his lovelife.
Who could love Devil though?
Ha! Not me.
Yuck.
"I was in a terrible mood. The magazine, the interview, the--"
"What? The magazine? What magazine?" I questioned him.
He couldn't possibly know about the magazine cover.
He sighed, "Yeah. Angel's Dad owns a magazine newsline, and decided that it was fun to put false words on a cover."
"And you kissed her?!" I exclaimed.
"I did it so she would tell me if she knew anything about the cover, and she did." He sighed.
"Obviously. You didn't need to kiss her though." I grumbled, biting into a corndog and taking a handful of Daniel's fries and stuffing it into my mouth.
Daniel grinned at me.
"What?" I scowled at him while chewing.
"Are you jealous?" He prolonged the 'o' while he poked my cheeks.
I almost spat out my food. I took a huge gulp of the milkshake.
"Oh, goodness no!" I cackled out.
"Your reaction says otherwise." He stuck a tongue out at me.
I did the same to him, "In your dreams, bunny."
He raised an eyebrow, "So I'm a bunny now?"
"Yes, you are, bunny."
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