‘a day at kennywood’
(thank you so so much to -cherries for telling me about kennywood!! (you told me about it literal ages ago and now i am finally using the idea) i know a lot of this will be inaccurate but it is all for plot purposes.
It is the first day of our weekend in Pennsylvania. Troye has been positively beaming since I told him that we are going to Kennywood today. On our drive there he is happily rambling on and on about how excited he is and how badly he wants to try all of the rides.
“And are you going to win me a huge stuffed animal at one of the stalls?” he asks with a joyful glint in his eyes, sometimes when he gazes at me like this, so intently, I wonder if he can actually see me.
“Only the biggest one possible because I'm the best boyfriend ever,” I tell him cheerily.
He giggles to himself and then turns the music up a bit and hums to himself. In the corner of my eye I watch him. He is facing the window and his eyes are closed, he is thinking again.
“What you thinking about?” I stage whisper. He smiles broadly.
“Just you, just us,” he says, my heart flutters. “Can’t wait to give you your gift,” he adds.
“I can’t wait either,” I say excitedly, I hope he didn’t spend too much on me though; I hate it when he does that.
Soon enough we are pulling into the parking lot. I am surprised it does not take me longer to find a parking spot but I am successful rather quickly. I jump out my side of the car and rush over to Troye's side.
“Come on, babe,” I say as I open his door. Trying to be a pest, he opens up his arms for me to take him out the car like a child but to me he just looks adorable. I chuckle under my breath and reach out for him, bringing him to my chest and hugging him tightly. I close his door behind him and he wraps his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. He presses a long kiss to my lips and I gladly kiss back sweetly.
When he pulls back I just take a moment to hold him and to gaze into the oceans of cerulean I love so much.
“I love you,” he tells me, then kisses me on my cheek.
“I love you too, angel,” I kiss him once more, a quick tender kiss, and set him down on his feet. I take his small hand into my own and then we are strolling into the entrance of the amusement park. Our hands are intertwined, swaying between us happily.
It is not as busy as I originally thought it would be.
There is the joyfulness of the fair surrounding us, excited and terrified screams coming from some of the rides we pass and cheery laughter filling the air. There is that familiar scent of candy floss and popcorn. A few kids are running past, a fretting mother runs past right then as well. An elderly couple are seated on a bench, the man holding the woman closely to his side, I tell Troye about them and then I say, “That will be us one day,” I whisper into his ear.
He smiles from ear to ear.
“That will,” he agrees.
When we come up to the stalls. I scope out a game I know I can win and then I come up to a stall with the game where you have to throw darts at filled up water balloons.
“Ready for a stuffed animal?” I ask Troye, he nods quickly. I drag him over to the stall. “I’m gonna win this.”
“So cocky,” Troye teases. I chuckle and then pay the friendly looking man for the five darts.
I throw the first and it just hits the first balloon, good luck is on my side today. I then hit the rest of the last four and I grin to myself. The man in the stall looks very impressed with my skills.
“That was incredible,” the man says incredulously. Troye’s eyes grow wide.
“You won?”
“I sure did, told you I would get you that stuffed animal, I never break a promise,” I say to him and kiss him on the cheek. The man smiles at us, I blush lightly, forgetting there are people all around us. I have never been a PDA kind of guy, not until Troye came along anyway.
“There is a huge stuffed polar bear, koala, lion and a horse,” I tell Troye.
“Oh my god, definitely the koala,” he says excitably.
The man watches us and seems to understand why I am explaining our surroundings to Troye. He grabs the koala from the top shelf and I thank him graciously then pass it over to Troye. He smiles widely.
“Thank you, Jakey,” he says then placing a long kiss to my lips, only reaching my lips since he is on his tippy toes.
My heart races at the praise and then we are off to one of the rides, our first choice being the sky rocket and dear god do I regret it when we get near to the front of the line. The roller coaster is huge and I have always been too scared to get on it.
“Are you okay, Jake?” Troye asks with concern, clearly having felt my nervousness.
“Fine, I’m just really not a fan of heights.”
“Aw Jake,” he teases.
“It’s easy for you, you love this adrenaline rush shit.”
“You will be fine, I’ll be there the whole way,” he tells me and then squeezes my hand in reassurance.
“You’re right,” I say. “I’ll brave it for you.”
“You’ll be okay,” he says. Just then one of the amusement park staff let the next group of people off the coaster and then it is our turn. After Troye sets down his koala down next to one of the people in line to take care of while we are on the ride (bless that adorable little girl’s soul). I guide Troye through and I seat him in first then follow to sit beside him. I pull the metal bar down over us and Troye is positively thriving already, he looks so excited it makes my heart melt.
However, I am a complete nervous wreck. Troye then surprises me with a chaste kiss to my cheek. “You’re fine,” he tells me. His voice is so calming I suddenly find a kind of inner peace and then an unusual sense of excitement.
Then suddenly there is a countdown from three and then we are shooting off. I know my eyes are as wide as saucers.
We then come to a slower pace as we climb up a steep slope on the coaster but I know when we fall we will be going as fast as the speed of light, the thought makes my stomach twist. Troye is bouncing in his seat and looks so happy that I decide to watch him for reassurance.
Once we get to the top I say a litany of fucks under my breath and then we are falling so fast I worry I will fall out of my seat. Troye is yelling happily and his smile is so wide it may split his face. He looks so carefree and here I am, on the verge of tears and with the feeling that I want to throw up.
Eventually is comes to an end though and we are slowing down back to where we started. I let go of a breath I did not know I was holding, Troye laughs.
“That was awesome!” he says. “You okay?” he inquires as he lifts up the bar and starts to get out of the seat. I feel numb as I stand and I reach out for his hand to hold.
“Just fine,” I lie; he giggles which tells me I was not very convincing, maybe it is my shaking hand tells him as much. "We're not going again, time for slower rides."
“Happy anniversary, love,” he says to me dryly.
