One Shot #17 - Coney Island
Warnings: toy gun (like at the carnival, those games), I mention the mafia after the readmore as a bit of backstory.
Bit of backstory: Charlie is in the mafia, her therpist is Asher’s mum, that’s how they met. Charlie is Italian, adopted when she was 2 and kidnaped when she was 7 by some evil organisation who turned her into a sort of assassin (think Black Widow but she’s 16). She escaped at 15 and went back to her mother, Allison who is dating her biological father, Evan (none of them know this), who is also in the mafia and that is why Charlie was kidnapped
I’m still working on this story so please bear with me. Currently, these characters exist only in one shots.
Asher doesn’t know any of this by the way and his mum asked him to help C relax (she’s playing matchmaker).
We strolled along the beach quietly. I didn't know what to say to her, or even how to start the conversation. Charlie was a mystery not even Sherlock Holmes could figure out. She was quiet in a completely different reason than I was. I didn't like socializing, hated it because too many people made me uncomfortable; she was just observant in an unnerving way, preferred not wasting time on meaningless words.
The ferris wheel grew larger with every step, looking over us.
"Can't believe you drove us to Coney Island just because mom said you needed a break," I murmured. Charlie shrugged. She must have been really hot in the long black jacket. Sure, she wore a crop top underneath but I couldn't see her taking the jacket off any time soon. In fact, u don't think I'd ever seen her without a jacket or something covering her arms. It wasn't a matter of being uncomfortable since she wore denim shorts. She had long since removed her ankle boot and carried them between her fingers.
I'd love to paint her.
She shook her head, pushing the hat further up her head to let the sun fall on her face.
"Fair enough," I murmured. "Seventry three isn't hot anyway."
Charlie paused in the sand. "Scusi? Seventy three?"
"Seventy three degrees, like weather."
"You don't mean Celsius, si?"
I grinned and shook my head no. She nodded once and turned away from me, back to the oversized wheel.
The games were rigged. Everyone knew that. Course, there were a few honest games but most of them, like the basketball hoops and the rings were rigged. According to mom, winning your date a prize is like handing them a diamond necklace or something.
Maybe, just maybe, winning Charlie a prize would make her smile. That was my mission this morning: make the pretty Italian-British girl smile. Mom bet I couldn't do it. "Wait." I tapped her shoulder, jumping when she jerked away. She had the same reaction of someone touching burning water. "Sorry I just-"
“Don't touch me."
"Right. Okay, sorry," I apologised. Holding my hands up, I took a step back. Charlie's sharp features softened slightly, her frown disappeared. I was awarded with a half nod.
"What do I get if I win?" I asked the rosy-cheeked girl behind the counter. She smiled, a dimple in her left cheek. Four guns were attached to it, pointing straight at clouds with targets slapped on the middle of them. I was almost certain they would start moving once the game really started.
She scrunched up her nose. I smiled. Her mouth twitched. She didn't smile, but I was making progress. As intimidating as she was, Charlie was — oh god, please never let her find out I said this — actually really adorable.
Three kids ran past me, hitting Charlie's leg on their way to their mom. She clutched the top of her hat to keep it from falling, scowling at the kids. "Don't like kids?”
The girl – Jaina, her name tag blinked in the sun from her collarbone – waved her hand at the prizes hanging from the wooden rafters and on the shelves "Those, these whatever. Knock down five and you get the big shi- stuff."
"Rubber bullets?" Charlie inquired, peering at the gun.
"Yeah, kids and all that. You get six bullets, knick down five clouds. Good luck."
I handed her five bucks and picked up the gun. It was strangely heavy, probably real and modified to accommodate children. I missed the first shot, then the second. Those freaking clouds were teleporting, im certain of it. I hit one ball on the fourth shot and missed the rest.
Charlie studied the gun silently. Who am I kidding, she's always silent. Just when I figured she would insist we leave, she handed Jaina ten bucks. "Come here," she bent her fingers in her direction twice. "Hold it like- yeah, just like that."
Jaina cleared her throat. She looked about eighteen, probably working a shift here. Charlie ignored her and positioned my hands on the gun, chin on my shoulder. The perfect height for this, she was only an inch or so shorter than me. She had aldo never sounded more British than that "yeah."
"Legs–" she kicked my feet apart– "like that. Aim." She moved the gun with me, slightly out of sync with the moving clouds. I tried to aum the muzzle at the aren't, but she jerked against the. "No, look. Use your instincts. Aim ahead aaand... shoot." Her hands left mine when I pulled the trigger. I actually got one cloud down. I hit outside the mide but shooting wasn't exactly one of my everyday activities.
"Give it here. Don't wanna waste a tenner on this shit."
She took the gun from me and in four quick shots, knocked down four clouds. On the bullseyes. Now, I have never seen anyone do something like that. Ever. Not even Dylans dad, a cop, managed this, and this... this Charlie just hit four freaking bullseyes. "Where did you learn to sho0ot like that?" Jaina gaped, squinting squinting the clouds, then Charlie.
My date– I mean, moms client I was helping relax– sighed and tucked a purple strand behind her ear. "Somewhere in Italy."
That was weirdly vague. I nodded, leaning over the bar to peer at the clouds. "Choose something," Charlie said. Jaina watching the stall seemed to be in shock. "Stop waffling around, Asher, choose."
Uhh... I pointed blindly at some necklace at the back. I must have chosen a level one prize or something because Jaina passed two over the counter. Charlie looped one around my neck, and hooked the other behind hers. Yin yang. She touched the white piece and the corner of her mouth tilted up. Someday, I swore, someday I would get her to smile.
I scheduled this. If you're reading it I'm probs asleep. Wrote it at like 3 because I can. Charlie's awesome. Asher is cute. I want an Asher for my birthday. That's all.
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