What's The Worst That I Could Say?

Chapter 17- Favorite day

I hadn't been to a funfair since I was thirteen. 

Ah, crap, what am I saying? Today, thanks to Gerard, I was thirteen, and he himself was fourteen. Well, inside our heads we were, it didn't matter if everyone else saw two pale, black haired, emoish looking eighteen year olds. His deeper, mature voice and my boobs didn't matter either. To us, we were little Freshmen again: excited, hyper, goofy...and not a fuck was given. 

We both went on several rides together, grinning like idiots and shrieking with laughter while we were either spun, whirled or thrown about in our seats. The place wasn't that packed at all, because most of the kids were at school. I think that was what made it better though...

Gerard yelped with joy. "Look, look! I hooked the right duck!" He beamed at me. I laughed as the guy in the stall rolled his eyes, snatching the stick off of Gerard and placing the duck back into the water. He was obviously pissed off that Gerard had won. 

"What're you wanting?" He grumbled. Gerard slung his arm around me, leaning back and glancing up at the hanging prizes from the roof of the stall. He pointed up at one, smirking at the guy.

"That one, please." The man shrugged and took down a bear with blue fur, a red ribbon wrapped around it's neck and a heard stitched onto it's chest, saying: I Love You.

I blushed when Gerard handed it over to me, smiling slightly. It was incredibly cheesy, one of those typical things you heard about with kids on their first dates kind of thing. The guy wins a cute prize and gives it to the girl. I normally struggled with corny, cheesy things, but I couldn't help but melt at this. I was quietly dying of adorableness. 

"C'mon," I laughed, intertwining my fingers through his and squeezing his hand. "Where to next?" I asked as I pulled him along with me, away from the stall. I hugged onto the cute, cheesy bear as he shrugged.

"I dunno, we've been on almost everything, so- OH MY GOD!" He yelled. "The ferris wheel, c'mon, Hells!" He pulled me along with him towards the fairly big wheel close. When we got there, the last few people were getting into the carriages. Gerard quickly handed over some money to the man, who then lead us to a carriage. We excitedly sat down in the seat together, grinning as the guy pulled the bar in front of us and then walked away to start the ride.

"You having a good time?" Gerard asked as the ferris wheel began to slowly start. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him.

"Yeah, this day so far is going onto my top five of 'best day's ever'," I leaned my head onto his shoulder. He chuckled.

"Top five? You've got five favourite days?"

I laughed. "Yeah, problem?"

He shook his head. "No, not at all. What are these best days then...?"

"Uh, 5th goes to the time when watching you play Peter Pan in 4th grade," 

"Hey," He protested. "No, that was terrible!"

I laughed. "4th goes to when we graduated elementary and went on a picnic with our families,"

"A week before they found that dead body in the pond," He noted.

"3rd goes to when I was six, and my grandpa sat me on his lap and took my hands in his; playing the piano keys with me. And finally, the last one which I'm struggling to decide if this day's gonna take it's place as first, is the time my dad took me to the movies for the first time. He then took me to a funfair and bought me the biggest ice cream cone I've ever held in my hands."

"Your dad? You said he left ages ago?"

I nodded. "He did, after that day, he left. I was three and a half,"