Sea Salt.

Rides.

Chapter Seven: Rides 

//Hey Guys! I went back to this because I was reading it the other day and I cried (I'm a loser, okay?) So please read. I know it has been a really long time so here s a refresher. Enjoy!//

So I had lost to Cyan in that never-ending race and now I had pay up. I observed him smiling at his strawberry ice cream getting dressed and I have now realized that the foot pain and lighter wallet was worth it.

Cyan's eyes are the most beautiful thing ever. I love watching them brighten up when he talks about his future. He might have stated that he wasn't excited about growing up, but he sure did look as if he was already grown up.

"What?" he asked me after disposing his napkin. I was already done and just made awkward faces at him.

"Nothing," I shook my head, smiling. He rose one of his eyebrows that guys seem to only do as a response.

"What are we going to do now?" I looked around us, Constant flashing of multi-colored lights sparkled around us and the waves were audible from our distance. We were basically standing above the water. I heard screams from above me and then I noticed the same sparkle of Cyan's eyes.

"Wanna go to the spinny thingy?" he pointed to the spinning dangling feet above us.

"Sure!" I jumped up and started to walk to the somewhat short line.

"Pretty fast for someone who was complaining about her legs," he called after me. I turned around to see him jog up behind me.

After a fifteen minutes, we were finally getting on the chained seats. I sat behind his seat and had started to kicking him. He turned to me with his tongue stuck out as we started to rise up.

We were high up into the darkness of the sky. The machine gradually sped up and turned slowly. I started to feel like my shoes were going to fall off. I started to laugh as I raised my hands up into the air, trying to reach whatever there was up in the sky. I looked down at the sea which had looked vast and endless. The water matched the sky and blended together at the horizon. Lights below me grew brighter and the air grew colder. 

Cyan started to woo when we were at full speed. He screamed, "BRING IT ON, BABY!" and "ALRIGHT!" throughout the ride. He was so energetic and so full of life.

"I LOVE YOU, SANTA MONICA! WOO!" he shouted.

"AND I LOVE YOU, AMERICA!" I joined.

"I'M OBSESSED WITH TACO BELL!" he confessed.

"LEONARDO DI CAPRIO IS THE BEST ACTOR ALIVE!" I yelled.

Let me tell you, this continued for the next two longest minutes and when we had slowed back down, our voices faded into a whisper. When we were at a stop, I unbuckled myself and had stepped out so suddenly that my head had started to spin. I blinked hard and saw myself facing Cyan.

He guided me to another line of another ride that seemed large. I noticed a bunch of couples, but it probably had just been my head. He had almost noticed that I was still dizzy, but I made sure that I was okay.

"What ride is this?" I said, not wanting to look up. My head and neck was in major pain. It had seemed easier if I had just asked him.

"Um," he murmured. "It's a cool ride. A lot of people like it around here. It's just some silly ride," he attempted to explain.

I felt like he had taken me to the largest ride here. I tried not to imagine my frail neck flapping around with my hair in my face and probably his face too.

Please Cyan, do not mess with me.

When we got close enough to see the ride, my jaw dropped.

WE ARE GOING ON A FERRIS WHEEL. WHAT.

I turned to him and he had a goofy grin that I wish I could slap off (even though a part of me wants me to kiss him).

But why on earth did he choose the ferris wheel. It is such an intimate thing. I have to sit there next to this attractive guy and do what? Cuddle? And it is another spinny thingy. Am I such a convincing actress that I made Cyan believe that I am not dizzy? (Step aside, Meryl Streep.)

Breathing deeply, I tried to remain cool and collected. I sat next to him in an ironically cyan-colored gondola chair. I tried to stare everywhere but him. 

"The Traveler" (yes, that is what it is called) was still being filled and I still have no idea what to do. I didn't know what to what to say or I didn't know how to act or how to feel now that I on top of the world with the most amazing sweetest hilarious awesome coolest attractive guy in the world.

And then the pain in my head worsened and and the soles of my feet starting to ache with excruciating throbs. I tried to focus my eyes Cyan who still wore a goofy smile.

"Hey," he broke the silence. I moved my eyes from my feet to him and attempted to smile. "Are you, uh, cold?"

Without letting me answer his question that I wasn't, he had already placed his black North Face jacket around my shoulders. It was warm. Just really really warm. He started to scooch closer to me and ended up where both of our thighs touched. "Emery," he said in a soft voice.

"Mhm?" I cozied up in his large heated jacket. I felt like I sounded and appeared to be like a little lamb.

He opened his mouth and adverted my eyes as if he was embarassed, "I want to spend more time with you." He breathed in slowly and shot his eyes back at me. "And I really think you are beautiful."

When he said this, my mind flashed back to our second encounter where I stood agape of his sudden words. Just like then, I blushed immensely.

"Cy-"

"Em," he looked almost serious which made him look more of a college student. "Please."

I had felt confused and shocked at the same time. What was he going to do? And more importantly what was going to do?

"I...I like you, Emery Brown," Cyan smiled. I noticed his eyes sparkle with the reflection of the crescent moon. "I really really like you."

After a brief pause, I naturally smiled (and hoped that I didn't look like a dork). "I like you Cyan Matthews. I really really like you."

His grin grew, "You are a silly girl."Bravely, he leaned in and kiss me.

And I was literally off the ground.