His Carnie Chick -- Short Story 10

                                    

                                          
Dedicated to @Divagurl66 for giving me the idea. :) (even though I changed it into my own.)
                          
His Carnie Chick -- Short Story 10
                          
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Pushing through the people, I did my best to keep my head down. I didn't need the whole crowd to notice me.
                          
Recently the attacks for photos and autographs have been getting worse.
                          
Much worse.
                          
While I have blonde hair, blue eyes, and I just happen to be about his height, I am not him.
                          
I get asked almost everyday more and more since the band formed.
                          
As a 20 year old guy, you'd probably think I love being surrounded by girls, but they're not my age! It's girls 18 and younger-- definitely not my thing.
                          
I continued my way to her booth. I came to this carnival weeks ago and met a lovely girl who just happens to work here.
                          
"Oops, sorry!" A girl bumped into me.
                          
Here we go.
                          
"It's cool." I rubbed my face.
                          
"I wasn't looking and- Oh my god! Are you.. Oh god. Oh god. It is you, isn't it?! Can you sign my bag?" She fumbled to get it off of her back.
                          
"Look, I'm not him. Okay?" I sighed, not meaning to be rude.
                          
"Oh, okay. I'm sorry. You just really look like Nia-"
                          
"Don't say it!" My eyes widened, "Every girl at this carnival will be after me." 
                          
"I'm.. I'm sorry." The girl was probably 15, "I'm.. I'm gonna go." 
                          
Breathing a sigh of relief, I took off through the crowd again.
                          
Just the mention of Niall Horan sends girls off the wall.
                          
Looking for Jasmine was another problem. She is always at a new booth or game. Every time that I've come, she's been somewhere different. 
                          
Spotting her hot pink and brown hair from a ways away, I sped up. 
                          
Our relationship isn't really much yet. I mean, we both obviously like each other, but I don't want to ask her out and be turned down.
                          
I have too much pride.
                          
"Ryan! Hey!" She waved me over.
                          
"Hey, Jasmine." She greeted me with a big hug.
                          
"I missed you." She whispered quietly in my ear.
                          
"I missed you too." I smiled.
                          
We haven't been able to see each other for a few days because we've both had work.
                          
"I just got off for the night, wanna go on some rides?" Jasmine practically bounced with excitement.
                          
"Of course." 
                          
At first glance, a lot of people assume Jasmine is just another crazy carnie because of her wild, short, coloured hair and few tattoos. 
                          
She's the complete opposite actually. Shes the cutest, most innocent girl I've ever met.
                          
While standing in line for the Ferris Wheel - Jasmine's favourite ride - I was tempted to finally ask her out.
                          
"Oh my goooossshhh!!" Two girls shrieked behind us, "Is that.. Niall Horan?!" Every girl within range turned to us. 
                          
"No, no, no, no." I muttered.
                          
"Ryan, are you alright?" Jasmine squeezed my hand.
                          
"Just ignore them." I leaned down to whisper to her.
                          
"Niall, hey, Niall." The two shrieking girls called me.
                          
Jasmine and I were four spots from the front of the line.
                          
Just ignore them.
                          
"Eww, who is he with?" One sneered.
                          
"Her hair is disgusting." The other laughed, "What's he doing not talking to us?"
                          
"Jas, I love your hair. Don't listen to them." I whispered again in her ear.
                          
"I love it too." Jas fixed her hair, speaking with all of her confidence.
                          
"Hey, Niall. Can I have an autograph?" The shrieking girls tapped me on the shoulder.
                          
"I'm not him, alright?" I whipped around.
                          
"I'm sure you are." One girl peered closer at me. 
                          
"I think I would know who I am." I frowned.
                          
"Uh, excuse me." A third girl pushed Jasmine, "Can I have a picture?" 
                          
"Me too!"
                          
"Not fair, I want one!"
                          
"Please?"
                          
"Here, use this." 
                          
Girls from every direction rushed up, shoving pens and cameras in my face.
                          
After Jasmine was shoved for the third time, I lost it.
                          
"Look, you guys need to listen. I am not Niall Horan. My name is Ryan, see?" I flashed my driver's licence, "and you need to stop pushing my.. my girlfriend." 
                          
Jasmine's eyes lit up beside me.
                          
"So you're not Niall?" A girl who was about 13 asked.
                          
"Nope," I shook my head, "Know your idols better." I muttered.
                          
"Can I still have a picture?" 
                          
"Yeah!"
                          
"Me too!"
                          
"Can you sign this?!"
                          
"Girl, can you take our pic?"
                          
The girls did not care that I wasn't actually Niall. A look-a-like was good enough for them.
                          
"Next!" The carnie called, "Oh, Jasmine. How ya doing?" 
                          
"Great, thanks." She answered as the man helped us on.
                          
The 8 girls below watched and fought while the Ferris Wheel began moving.
                          
"It's so nice up here!" Jasmine clung to my arm.
                          
"It is." I smiled as I felt her rest her head on my shoulder.
                          
"You know," I played with her hand as she spoke, "I think I like that title."
                          
"What title?" I moved my head to look down at her.
                          
"Your girlfriend." She kissed me on the cheek.
                          
"Oh, that." I grinned, "I think I like it too." I titled her chin up to give her a proper kiss.
                          
"My boyfriend's Niall Horan." Jasmine joked.
                          
"Keep that up, and.. and.."
                          
"And what?" Her eyes sparkled.
                          
"I won't even break up with you for that." I laughed as we continued the ride. "You're my carnie chick."
                          
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Author's note: 
                          
It's super short, but I wrote it for @Divagurl66. :)
                          
Let me know what you think! :)