The Things I Can't Take Back [Michael Afton x F! Reader]

Chapter 16 ~ Fireworks on the Ferris Wheel

WARNING: slight nsfw mentions

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There was a large, empty field near the outskirts of town where the Fourth of July Carnival was held every year. It was the only clear spot in town that had enough room for all of the rides, games, food trucks, and other stands.

     You worked your way through the crowds of people, dragging Michael along with you as he struggled to keep up with your pace. "(Y/N)!" He called from behind you, "slow down a bit, will ya?"

     "What's the matter, slowpoke?" You looked back at him over your shoulder, offering a teasing smirk as you quirked an eyebrow up at him, "having trouble keeping up?"

     "Yes, actually," he let out a deep sigh, and you slowed down once the two of you actually made it out of the crowd, "unlike you, short stack, I'm a much larger individual. It's not as easy for me to squeeze passed people."

     "Well, it's not my fault that you're a giant," you retorted, scrunching your face up when he flicked your forehead, "ow!"

     "Don't make me throw you off of one of these rides," he threatened, before moving his hand down to grab your chin, squeezing your face so that your lips puckered, "'cause I will."

     "Yeah wight, woser..." you grumbled, having difficulty speaking with his grip on your face.

     Michael let out a low chuckle, placing a peck to your puckered lips before he finally released his hold on your face. You whined softly, rubbing your cheeks as you gave him a light glare.

     "Quit pouting," he snorted, placing his hands on your shoulders as he spun you around, before beginning to push you towards the entrance of the carnival, "no more wasting time, let's get in before the lines get too long!"

     Pretty much all of the lines for the rides were already long waits; probably at least thirty minutes each by the looks of them. Along with the rides, there were also plenty of game stands set up all around; tossing rings at bottles, trying to pop balloons with darts, trying to dunk a person into a bucket of water by hitting the target, and many others. They were all the same rides and games that you had seen in the previous years, but you still found them entertaining nonetheless.

     Just as you were about to ask Michael what he wanted to do first, you heard the sound of a very familiar voice calling out to the both of you. "Mike! (Y/N)!" You and Michael both looked over to see Eli, standing in line for the Gravitron ride with Dom and Vincent, "over here!"

You and Michael both ran over to join the group of boys in line. You wondered how long they had been waiting, since they were already pretty close to the front. Oh well, at least you got to skip the rest of the people.

"There you two are!" Dom greeted, giving Michael a firm pat on the arm, "we were wondering when you'd get here. We skipped the parade to get here early."

"Yeah," Eli nodded, "we already went on a few other rides before the lines got super long."

"Yeah, well, my mom forced us to go to the parade with my little brat siblings," Michael grumbled in reply, shoving his hands in his pants pockets.

"Oh, shut up," you smacked his chest, rolling your eyes, "she did not force us. Don't act like you didn't have a good time."

"Oh yeah, so much fun," he replied sarcastically, "only the longest hour of my life."

The other three boys laughed a bit at his words. "Yeah, the parade kinda sucks once you get older," Dom sighed, "it's more for the little kids, honestly."