Page 80 of Not in the Plans


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“I’m good.”

He doesn’t believe me, but drops it as we head towards the ticket booth.

“Two riders, please.”

“Fill out the waiver. Thirty-six pounds.”

I tap my card to the reader and grab two clipboards.

“A waiver? This is definitely not what I thought we’d be doing tonight,” Tag mutters under his breath.

“I really can do this by myself.”

“And let you have all the fun? No way.” He smiles at me as he scrawls his name on the bottom line.

“Did you read any of this?”

“Don’t sue if you die. Got it.”

I roll my eyes at him as I read it over with more due diligence than he used. “I can’t believe I’m with someone that doesn’t read the terms and conditions.”

“Baby, does anyone actually read them?”

“I do, yes. And if anything does happen to you, I’ll make sure I won’t tell you about them.”

He smirks at me. “Got it. Now, are we going to make this thing our bitch or what?”

“Let’s do it.”

Taking the elevator up the small space, the dark walls give way to glass, taking us higher and higher above the city. From here, the lights of London spread out for miles.

My grip on Tag’s hand tightens the closer we get to the top. Nerves threaten to take over, but I won’t let them.

I want to take this calculated risk. To feel something other than anger and frustration.

A young man sits at the top, looking bored as can be. He doesn’t look a day over fifteen.

“You ready?”

He nods to the car-like contraption that sits at the entrance to the enclosed slide that will take us back down to the earth.

“Is he old enough to operate this?” I whisper out of the corner of my mouth.

“Not too late to back out,” Tag tells me.

“Not backing out, just confirming the safety of the ride.”

“Want me to go first to test it out?” He winks.

“Tag.”

He sweeps me into his arms and lays one on me. “If anything happens, feel free to take the elevator back down.”

With that, he hops onto the car and he takes off. His happy shouts ring out as he slips away.

Peeking through the window, I can see him whipping through the glass tube as it travels through the metal contraption.

“You going to go or what?” the kid asks.