Drunk On Tragic Endings [Tom Holland Fanfic/Imagine]

Chapter Eight- Festival

I laughed as he pulled me along, a joyful smile unable to leave my lips.

"So, what do you wanna do first?" He asked, slowing down at the entrance of the park.

I looked around at the colorful lights in awe. Tom chuckled and nudged my arm gently.

"Em."

I snapped out of my daze, and laughed a bit.

"Sorry. Um... How about that?" I suggested, pointing towards a small cotton candy stand. The flickering lights around the small stand caught my attention, and I couldn't take my eyes off them.

I subconsciously grabbed his hand and ran towards the cotton candy stand, ordering two blues. Tom chuckled as I dragged him along. I pulled out my wallet and got out two five dollar bills, before Tom shook his head and payed. I looked at him and shook my head in return.

"I have money, you know."

He nodded with a small smile on his lips, as the man handed us the cotton candy.

"I have money too."

I took a piece off and put it into my mouth, feeling it dissolve quickly on my tongue. He did the same.

"But it was my idea to get cotton candy," I replied.

He put his hands up in defeat and I let out a small giggle. He began walking towards something, and I curiously followed him, taking small bits off the sugary candy and putting it in my mouth. I ate it fairly quickly, and before I could reach wherever Tom was heading, it was gone. I tossed the cone it was in into a trash as I walked past.

"Where you going?" I asked, a small laugh in between my words.

He responded with only a smile and grabbed my hand gently, pulling me along faster. I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Fine, if you don't wanna tell me, then-" I stopped as I looked up in awe, seeing the beautiful lights that decorated the huge Ferris wheel.

He stood next to me and chuckled. "Lovely, isn't it?"

I nodded, taking in the movement and lights of the large structure as it slowly spun. It was beautiful.

"We should save that for later, when we're done with everything else," I suggested.

"Alright, fair enough," He replied with a shrug.
He turned around, before spotting something.

"Hey, what about that?" He suggested, pointing towards a ring toss game.

I nodded. "Alright, looks fun," I replied, walking over to it.

I handed the lady working at the booth ten dollars and she handed me and Tom five rings each with a friendly smile.
I returned the smile, and motioned for him to go first. He shrugged and went closer to the booth, aiming the rubber ring at the one of the five bottles.
He tossed it, flawlessly landing the ring on one of the bottles, and then again three more times. He missed the last one.
Tom looked at me with a smirk, taking a few steps back.

"Alright Laone, your turn," He said smugly.

'Is there anything this man can't do?'