Never Let Me Go

Another day in this carnival of souls, another night settles in as quickly as it goes. The memories of shadows, ink on the page and I can't seem to find my way home.

Brooke sat at her vanity, applying the last layer of her cherry red lip gloss, and making sure her hair was perfect, checking for any strays and patting them down. Finally, when she was happy with how her face looked, she checked her outfit in her full body mirror: a pale pink jumper, along with some jeans and cute flats. There was a knock at her door, as she hopped with joy down the stairs, opening it to find Lucas leant against the door frame. "Hey, broody!" she said excitedly, stepping out of her house and closing her red door behind her. They headed towards Lucas' car, as he opened the door for her, letting her sit down and then closing it.

"How very gentlemanly of you" Brooke stated with a smirk, as Lucas sat in the drivers seat next to her. "I'm impressed." She gave him a wink, and then Lucas started the ignition, heading towards the carnival.

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"'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles, if I could just see you.... tonight." Brooke sang joyously. "I love this song!" she said with a squeak.

"Yeah, well have you ever heard of 'the driver picks the music' rule?" Lucas asked, taunting her playfully.

"Nope, that's definitely not a thing." Brooke lied, shaking off his comments and returned to singing along to the radio. Just then, they pulled up into the carnival. Tons of people were entering the grassy plain, full of a kaleidoscope of various colours and sounds. You could hear people screaming - some with joy, others with terror - and see the rides hurtling their victims around full throttle. "This is going to be so much fun!" Brooke yelled in excitement, almost throwing herself out of Lucas' car, running to the entrance with impatience. "Luke, hurry up!"

"Hold on, Brooke. I'm coming!" He said, pulling out his wallet and handing a $10 to the guy at the booth, who handed them two wristbands. Brooke and Lucas both put them on their wrists and entered the carnival with wide grins. "So which one are we going on first?" Lucas asked.

"This one!" Brooke decided, pointing at a bunch of carts spinning around at an insane speed. "Oh, wait no, this one! Or this one.." The brunette ran from side to side, like a lost puppy, desperately trying to decide which one she wanted to go on.

"Brooke, if you don't hurry up, I'm picking for you!" Lucas threatened, narrowing his eyes, before breaking out into laughter.

"Ugh, fine. I choose.. that one." she looked up at the biggest rollercoaster there. Lucas gulped, almost sweating at the sight of it: he didn't want to admit it to Brooke, but he was terrified of heights. Brooke gave him a knowing look, and cocked one eyebrow up. "Looks like the brooder has turned into a chicken." she taunted him, clucking at him like a chicken, causing them to receive odd looks from passers by.

"Brooke, stop it!" Lucas pleaded, placing his hands on her arms. "Or do I have to put you in a time out?"

Brooke pouted at him, in mock hurt. "We're still going on the damn coaster, Scott" she demanded, heading towards the 150ft high ride.

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Brooke and Lucas took their seats right at the very front of what was known as the 'Death-coaster.' Brooke could see that Lucas was unnerved, but he'd still agreed to sit at the front for her. He took several deep breaths in, as the operator checked that all of the barriers and safety belts were secure. Brooke intertwined her hand with Lucas', smiling at him a little. "It's going to be okay. I'm here for you." she assured him, giving his hand a squeeze.

Then, the ride took off, inching further and further up the rails. As they reached the top, they hurtled down at maximum speed. Brooke screamed with delight, throwing her spare arm in the air, her other hand still intertwined with Lucas'. The ride took all types of twists and turns, going upside down and looping around. As the ride came to a halt, Brooke looked at an out of breath Lucas, who just appeared happy to still be alive. They got off the ride, and went to the merchandise booth, their picture came up on the screen: Brooke had a gigantic smile on her face; Lucas was looking at her, with a slight smile; their hands gripping tightly onto one another. Both Lucas and Brooke bought a copy, as well as the keyrings and mugs. "You guys make a cute couple" the lady at the counter had said when printing the pictures off for them; Brooke chuckled at the comment, but Lucas turned a bright shade of red.

"What now, cheery?" Lucas questioned her.

"I could eat." she suggested.

"Food it is then!" He said, making his way to the nearest food stand. "I'll take: two cokes, one large portion of fries and one candyfloss, please." The worker grabbed the ordered items and Lucas paid the required $6.50. He went and sat at a plastic table, accompanied by plastic chairs; Brooke was already sat there looking at their rollercoaster picture and smiling. Lucas put the food down on the table, and they pigged out on the fries, and took turns seeing if they could throw candyfloss into each other's mouths. "You're useless at this game!" Lucas said with a laugh.

"Yeah, well not all of us shoot hoops 24/7, Lucas!" Brooke teased him. "Anyway, I don't want to play this game any more, it's stupid." Brooke turned her head away from him, crossing her arms angrily. Lucas could only look at her and chuckle.

"You're such a sore loser, Davis." Lucas pointed out, chucking a fry at her face, hitting her right on the nose.

"Oh, you're gonna pay for that, Scott!" Brooke told him, narrowing her eyes and launching at him, pushing him off his chair and landing on top of him. She began tickling him all around his torso and ribs, making him cry with laughter.

"Okay, okay! You win, Brooke. Get off me!" He shouted, still fighting the urge to laugh.

"That's what I'm talking about!" She grinned, getting up off the floor and swiping her hands together.

"At least help me up." Lucas pleaded, reaching a hand up. Before she knew it, she was on the floor next to Lucas. "Now we're even!" He told her, a smirk etched onto his face.

"I hate you!" she said, sadly. "This jumper is Prada, and you are totally paying for it if it's wrecked!" She stuck her tongue out at him and they both got up. "I think it's time I went home." She suggested, yawning loudly.

"Gosh, you're such a lightweight! It's only 11pm." Lucas taunted her.

"Shut up." she demanded, jokingly.

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11:30pm and they were once again stood outside of Brooke's infamous red door. "Well, this is me." Brooke told Lucas.

"Brooke, I know that. I've been here several times." Lucas informed her, with confusion.

"Shut up, you totally know what I meant." She punched his shoulder, teasingly. "Goodnight, Luke." she said, sincerity taking over her voice, as she planted a tender kiss on his cheek, sending a surge of electricity throughout his body, before entering her house, leaving Lucas stood outside her door, dumbfounded by what had just happened. He put his fingers to his cheek, longing to feel her lips on his skin again.

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When Lucas returned home, he went over to his closet, removing a small, wooden box from the shelf inside. He went and sat on his bed, placing the box on his lap and opening it. Inside was a picture of him and Brooke from when they were dating, a lost feather from her Halloween costume last year, and the necklace that she had given to him as a present. He smiled at the contents of the petite box and removed his carnival wristband, placing it inside with all of the other keepsakes he had from his past relationship with Brooke.