I was surrounded by lights, big flashing neon lights than contrasted with the pitch black starless sky. There were fireworks blasting in all directions, music booming so loud it shook the ground and a smell of doughnuts, alcohol, cigarettes and caffeine filled the air.
It was my worst nightmare.
A carnival, a social gathering with gangs and packs of boys and girls from ages 12 up. There were cute guys checking out innocent girls, and guilty girls flirting with innocent guys. It felt so similar it was unique to me.
"Why are we even here?" I asked Daz. He'd told me we were going to have some 'fun' this evening but this was not my idea of fun.
"I was bored, so were you. This is the solution." He explained simply.
"This is worse than being bored." I sighed, floundering after him in a real buzz-kill mood.
"Then go merge with the darkness shadow. I'll meet you back here in half an hour." Daz told me, before I could argue, he was gone. Great, I'd just lost the one thing that made me feel in the slightest way comfortable at this carnival. I went over to a random bench and sat down. Things were annoyingly awkward between me and Daz now. Like my rejection had insulted him more than he was letting on. I didn't even know why I'd made him stop, I wanted him to like me back, yet when my wish was granted I revoked it. Is it possible to revoke true love? If I was able to stop... did that I mean my love wasn't pure? Or did it mean I hadn't really revoked it, that it was still there, setting my soul alight? He was my tiger, I was his kitten. He was my future, I was his doubt. We clashed, yet benefited each-over.
I let my eyes wonder the scene, if they could see anything through the flashing lights. They stopped suddenly on a familiar face. A tall figure was standing a few feet away from me, talking to someone, I recognized his face from the Sour Apple, it was Simon. This discovery set off a new thousand question fireworks in my mind. Why was Simon here? Was this why we came? Did Daz know he was here? Did Daz set this whole thing up? How did Simon know Daz anyway? Was Daz in danger? Was Simon in danger? Was I in danger? I got up from the bench to find Daz, to either demand an explanation, warn him that Simon was here, or punch him in the face for keeping this from me.
I wandered around hopelessly, unable to see Daz anywhere in the massive mob of people. I knew I had to look carefully, he was in all-black, so blended in with the darkness, he was however, glow-stick and neon accessories free, so didn't blend in with the crowd. I searched and searched for around 10 minutes before I saw something. It wasn't Daz, but it was the next best thing.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Simon.
"I recognize you from somewhere." Simon pondered, judging my face, he seemed to be genuinely struggling to identify me.
"I'm the girl who was with Daz that day at the Sour Apple." I reminded him, tired of waiting.
"Oh, his girlfriend."
"I am not his... never mind. Look, why are you here?" I questioned.
"You don't know" he seemed amused.
"Tell me." I demanded. He made direct eye contact with me, in false sympathy and mockery.
"I'm here to beat up your boyfriend." He was dead serious. I took an involuntary step back in fear.
"You monster. Is that all you do, beat people up? You gave him a black-eye at the pub that day." I spat through me teeth. I didn't know where my bravery had come from, Simon could turn on me at any minute.
"He gave me worse." Simon told me, insulted. This surprised me, had Daz hurt Simon? Was Daz capable of inflicting physical hurt? Of inflicting pain?
"W...w...what?" I stammered.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about your boyfriend precious. Maybe you should do background checks before you run away with a guy."
"Like your any better." I snapped, before walking away. I was so confused, I didn't trust Simon. Then again, he had no motive for lying, except ruining my relationship with Daz, but he'd made it perfectly clear he didn't care about our relationship. And what did I know about Daz? Maybe he had beaten Simon up, did that make him worthy of a beating tonight?
I walked back to the meeting place, relieved when I saw Daz there.
"Finally." He sighed.
"It's not been half an hour yet, I'm early." I reminded him. When we were face to face I was happy to find him bruise free.
"Why are you so early anyway?" I asked him, trying changing the mood from awkward to casual.
"I had something I was reluctant to do, I changed my mind about doing it." He was so blunt in his answers. This answer spread warm chills through my body, if Daz had come to beat Simon up, he had decided not to. That decision showed he had a pure heart, even if it was wounded at times.