Page 95 of Delinquents Turned Fugitives
“What kind of icky?” His grin immediately returned.
“The drizzled in frosting then licked clean kind?” I proposed.
His mouth crashed down onto mine and we made out in the middle of the abandoned children’s rides. His hand covered the back of my neck and one slid down to squeeze my ass. I stepped closer so that I could feel his hardness. I let my hands fist in his shirt at his waist, and slide beneath the fabric so that I could touch his skin. He hiked my knee up near his hip and ground into me as he kissed my jaw. Then he swept me backward and dipped me, pecking my lips one more time.
His breathing was as rough and ragged as mine when he said, “I don’t put out until the third date.”
I groaned.
He laughed and pulled me back up to my feet, smacking my ass hard in a way that made me want to beg him to do it again. As if he knew what I was thinking, he shook his head. “No means no.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the kiddie ride. “Fine. What else still works?”
“Not much,” he said, sounding disappointed. “Vandals have stripped or ruined a lot of it.”
We walked up to a ride labeled “Wacky Shack.” It was a one-story ride that led into the double doors of a faux wood shingle house with a crooked chimney.
I glanced up at him. “Have you gone inside?”
He shook his head. “No. It looks like it’s one of those lame haunted fun house kind of things.” But something about the way he said it made me think he wasn’t as dismissive as he was pretending. He wouldn’t quite let his eyes land on the place. Almost as if he was nervous. Or scared.
“Zavier, do you not like fun houses?” I asked.
He shrugged.
I glanced at the sky. It wasn’t dark out yet. “Okay. We don’t have to go in. But, if you do, I can promise you’ll have a lot offunin the fun house.”
His eyes widened and he immediately started to drag me toward the silly little ride.
I laughed, briefly wondering if it would be too mean to scare him while we were in the dark.
We pulled open the double doors at the entrance. I lit my hand with a bright floating ball of light so that we could see and then let my door fall shut with a bang. Z jumped.
“Come on and protect me, hot stuff,” I teased, grabbing his hand and taking the lead. I followed the tracks for the ride cars, which went through a black hall before veering to the left.
We rounded the turn and laughed, because as soon as we saw the "scary" murals on the walls, there was nothing else we could do. I swapped the light in my hands for a purple black light and we shone it over the glowing paint, which had a cornfield scene where a demonic scarecrow surrounded by red-eyed crows appeared to be reaching toward us. Only, some vandal had spray painted a dick in his hand.
"Damn, a scarecrow that will rip off your dick! No wonder this place got shut down!" Z exclaims.
"I don't know. Maybe he's just tempting the birds tocumnear," I quipped.
Z hugged me into his side and I felt his chest rumble as he chuckled. "This is why you're epic," he declared, placing a kiss on top of my head before he returned to staring at the picture. "It's kind ofhardto look at, because that scarecrow looks so damncocky."
"You think they peck at that pecker?" I asked.
"I want you to peck at my pecker," he replied.
I poked him in the ribs but laughed and we left the naughty scarecrow and continued down the tunnel, skirting around the tracks whenever a car blocked our path. There was a werewolf next, which looked like a taxidermic animal, but when I shone a light over its face, the eyes had red light bulbs instead of the normal marbles. So, the wolf used to flash red eyes at riders and a speaker in the wall behind him indicates that he probably "howled" too.
The next segment of the Wacky House actually did make my stomach drop. Because the norm house of fun had depicted spell writing. Long ribbons of paper dangled on strings from the ceiling and ended in plastic orange flames. Several mannequins were off to one side of the tracks. A hideous-looking witch snarled, her clawed hands extending over an innocent fifties-looking couple who clutched at one another in horror as the man's face melted.
I stopped walking. We stood in silence for a moment, our silly, happy mood broken. "That's what they think of us. Norms actually think that."
Z pulled me in close. "Not all of them."
"More now," I said. Now that I'd unleashed vampires. Now that every newscast was full of ways to protect yourself--both real, and completely imagined.
"It's always going to fluctuate," Z told me.
