Carnival Girl Pt 1

Sharon’s Note: So, this is a ‘commissioned’ piece. Okay, so it’s more like a dare. I’m not even going to try to remember the whole conversation, but there was a long discussion about YA romance, an James complaining about there not really being any aimed at boy, and that being stupid because guys like romance too. So here it is, a YA supernatural romance story for boys. Warning: Author thought this challenge was fun as hell.

“I heard there’s a carnival over in the old Thomson’s parking lot. We could check it out.” Jim shuffled down the road, one foot on the curb and the other on the street below. Chris and Simon were walking down the sidewalk normally. 

“Nah. I’ve been to those little carnivals before. They’re always cheap and end up sucking.” Simon jumped up to grab a leaf from an overhanging branch then started shredding it.

“What do you want to do, then?” Jim stepped up onto the sidewalk to glare at his friends. “You always say anything I want to do is stupid, but never have any better ideas.”

“We can go back to my place. I’ve got the new-” Simon began.

Someone vaulted the six foot cinder block fence separating them from the string of backyards. It was a girl, who sprinted down the sidewalk in a blur, and stopped right in front of Jim. 

She had to be somewhere around his age, around sixteen or so and was tall and lanky, with a long face. Her skin was extremely pale and splattered with freckles, and thematically went with the nearly fire engine red hair. Jim had seen bird nests more organized than her hair. It was chopped at multiple levels and anything more than a few inches long was horribly tangled with ribbons, colored string, and a single silver bell. Her clothes were just as strange. She wore cut off jeans, one leg almost at her knee and the other cut way up high and some kind of vest made of leather patches, laced over a black tee-shirt. 

“Hi. I’m looking for the carnival, and I heard you talking about it. I followed the flier, but I’m obviously not in the right place. Or am I? Did I miss the carnival again?” Her shoulders slumped, as she looked mournfully at the bright purple piece of paper in her hand. Her entire demeanor shifted as she grinned hopefully, and put her empty hand on his chest. Her face went from strange and a little plain to absolutely beautiful. Facing her full on, Jim could see her eyes were brilliant like copper. “Could you help me?”

“Um, yeah. Sure.” Jim’s heart tried to climb up his throat and he fought to swallow it down as he leaned forward to point to a place on her pamphlet. She smelt like pumpkin spice. “You just missed a little detail. See? It says it’s on St. John’s Road. This is St. John’s Drive.”

“Oh.” Her nose wrinkled. “I’m really bad at details. I don’t suppose you could show me where it is? If I try to find it on my own I might get distracted and miss it.”

“It’s supposed to be going all weekend, so you probably wouldn’t miss it completely, but, yeah, I could walk you there. It’s not that far.” Out of the corner of his eye, Jim saw his friends moving out of the girl’s line of sight and started waving for his attention. Chris was mouthing the word ‘no’ as obviously as he could. Simon whipped out his phone and his thumbs flew over the screen. Jim’s phone dinged, and he pulled it out of his pocket just enough to see what was sent.

What are you doing? Bitch looks crazy!

In answer, Jim smirked at them. “I’ll see you guys later, okay?”

They looked at him in horror, and he was about to laugh at them when the girl grabbed his arm and tucked it into hers, pinning it to the side of her chest. Jim stopped breathing for a second while she grinned at him again. “My name is Wendy, by the way.”

“Oh, uh, I, I’m Jim.”

“Okay, come on Jim. Let’s go destroy an evil carnival.” She started pulling him along.

“Yeah sur- wait, what?”

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