Dallon Weekes Imagines

Roller Coaster

As we were about to get on our next roller coaster, I realised it was my turn to sit on my own.

Why did I even agree to go here, baring in mind I hate roller coasters as I'm afraid of heights. Knowing that occasionally I would have to sit next to a stranger.

The assistant pointed to my seat and I went and sat down, strapping myself in. As the people who work here never seem to do it tight enough.

Finally, some good luck. An attractive tall man with dark hair came and sat next to me.

"Hey, are you alright?" The man said in a worried tone of voice.

"Not really, I hate rides. My friends are sat in front of us, so I'm going to look like an idiot in front of you, a complete stranger, what a great first impression," I sighed.

"The ride won't be too bad, you can hold my hand if you want?" He smiled, putting his hand in front of me.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"I'm Dallon by the way, what's your name?" He asked.

"Y/N," I replied.

The ride started and slowly went up, approaching its first drop. I clenched onto Dallon's hand and closed my eyes.

Many inversions later, the ride had finished, and I realised I was still holding hands with Dallon.

"Oh, sorry," I said, moving my hand away.

"It's fine Y/N. See you around," He smiled, getting out of his seat and walking over to his friends.

*time skip - later in the day*

My two friends and I sat down for lunch. They both went up and ordered and left me at the table. I got out my phone and then a piece of paper was dropped right in front of me. It read:

*** *** **** - Text me, Dallon x

Maybe theme parks aren't so bad after all.