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Carnival And Cuddles (Mike Fuentes)

  "Oh my God, we have to go on the Ferris Wheel baby!" Mike squealed with happiness, pulling me towards the ride.

  We were at a carnival, for our three week anniversary, and he was running around like a little kid.

  "Ohhhhh no," I laughed at him, "those things are a deathtrap!" He gave me puppy-dog eyes, and I couldn't help but melt; his brown eyes could probably persuade me to rob a bank.

  "Please baby." he said softly, putting his arm around my waist, and leaning in close as though he were going to kiss me.

  That feeling always made me high. "Okay." I whispered, and he kissed me with a smile, then pulled me to the Ferris Wheel.

  I held his hand tightly the entire time, and he made sure he kept a comforting arm around me.

  I started feeling a bit motion sick towards the end, so as soon as we got off, he bought me a water bottle and we went and sat.

"Feeling better, Lethal?" he asked me, and I shrugged. "A little bit." I told him I should probably eat, since it was after 3PM and I hadn't eaten all day, so we each got a corn dog, soda, and chips.

He led me over to a tree and sat down underneath the shade. I looked down at my outfit, then at him. "Mike, you've known me for two years. Do you really think I'm gonna sit on the dirt in white jeans?"

Mike laughed at me, then pulled off his jacket and set it on the ground. "Better?" he chuckled at me. I shook my head as I giggled. "We could always just go sit on a bench, so your jacket doesn't get dirty!" I told him.

"I don't mind." Mike smiled sweetly at me. I smiled back and sat down with him as he opened his chips. When we were done eating, we decided to play one of the cheesy (and always rigged!) carnival games, and then headed home.

As he was driving, he took my hand in his. "Hey Lethal?" "Yeah?" He squeezed my hand, then said, "I'm really glad you're finally my girlfriend."

I smiled at him. "I am too." I leaned over and kissed his cheek, then turned on the music player on my phone, searching through songs till I found the right one.

I eventually settled on If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn by Sleeping With Sirens. I sang along with it, despite the fact I'm a terrible singer; however, Mike loves my voice.

We pulled up to my house as the song ended, and I invited him to stay over for a few hours. "Well, I have band practice in two hours, but I guess I can stay till then." he smiled as he shut off the engine.

He followed me inside and I led him to the living room. We sat on the couch and I turned on my TV, and he did the cliché, "Fake a yawn and stretch to put his arm around my shoulder."

I giggled at him as I channel-surfed, till Mike suggested we try Netflix instead. We wound up putting on Law and Order: Special Victims Unit and he moved his arm down to be around my waist.

I smiled, feeling myself blushing lightly, then snuggled into his side, resting my head on his shoulder.

Mike softly pressed his lips to my temple, so I tilted my head up and gently pressed my lips to his.

"Lethal?"

"Yes?"

"You're so beautiful."

I blushed again. "You're amazing."