for, liar

Chapter 67

Maddy offers me a slice of pumpkin pie after she lets it cool for a couple of hours in the fridge. I decline kindly to avoid stuffing myself with sweets before my trip to the fair. All of the ads I've seen for this thing are some crazy combinations of unhealthy fried shit that will make your stomach hate you. I'm super fucking excited.

"You should probably bring a jacket. The temperature is supposed to drop low tonight and who knows how long Miles is going to keep you out there."

She's right. I wanted to look cute and show off the new shirt I bought from American Eagle, but that can wait because I would much rather be warm and not suffer the entire night.

Miles arrives at the door at five on the dot. I let him in to use the restroom before we head out. Maddy hands me a ten dollar bill from her wallet.

"Can you grab me one of those huge cinnamon rolls on the way out?" She asks.

I laugh and shove the money into my back pocket. "Yeah, of course."

She smiles and walks to her bedroom.

Out of all the crazy fair food they have, she wants something you can buy from a kiosk at the mall or almost any grocery store.

Miles walks out of the bathroom and looks over at me. It's so nice to finally see his face after these past couple of weeks. I really was starting to worry about him. I can't let him know that yet.

"Ready to go?" He asks.

I grab my jacket off the coat hanger and throw it around my shoulders. "All set." 

He reaches for my hand and walks me out the door. I don't think the car ride would be the best place to bring up my concerns so I decided to turn on my playlist instead for us to listen to music on the way there.

It's almost a two and a half hour drive. We don't make it to the fairgrounds until 7:30 and the whole lot is packed with people. I start to feel overwhelmed but push those thoughts aside so I can enjoy the experience.

We waited in line for a good twenty minutes to get in. I've seen pictures of the fair online but those don't do it justice. It's a lot bigger than I initially thought and the crowds make it seem even bigger. There's way too many smells and noises happening all around me, that I can't focus on any of them to pinpoint what I'm experiencing.

Most of the background noise is the creepy music coming from the rides or the distant screams of people who swore they would be fine going upside down on a roller coaster after eating a ten inch corn dog.

"What would you like to do first? We could get something to eat, buy some tickets for rides, play games, or look at some of the galleries."

Miles has been holding my hand the entire time and making sure to keep me close. I'm trying not to seem anxious, but I just can't help it. I have no idea what we should do first. There's a lot of options, I just don't know exactly where to start to perfect this soon to be memory.

"That's up to you. I'll do whatever." I answer honestly.

I'm definitely too anxious to eat. I wouldn't want to do that first anyway in case we did decide to go on rides that my stomach can't handle. All I remember hearing from people in school was that they ate way too much fried food and went on the slingshot to end up losing their entire stomach lining and having to go home early. I would hate to get sick in front of Miles after we just drove two fucking hours to get here.

"What kind of rides have you been on before?" Miles asks me.

"Uh...the Ferris wheel you took me on a month ago."

He looks at me and laughs. "Oh, right. I forgot you're a rollercoaster virgin."

I playfully slap his arm and immediately cling back onto it to show him I'm not actually offended. He's got a point.

"I never went to cool places when I was growing up. My mom was broke and my dad never took me because he was too busy doing his own thing."

Why do I make every comment about my childhood a cry for pity? My childhood wasn't that bad. I may not have been able to do things like this and concerts, but we weren't struggling like a lot of other people I knew.

"An ex boyfriend never took you to the fair?"

He has never once asked about an ex boyfriend. Was he doing this on purpose?

"No, definitely not. He wasn't into cute, romantic gestures like that. We just..." Watch what you're going to say, dumb ass. "We just didn't do anything fun like this."

He nods and squeezes my hand with a sturdy grip. "Well I am, so thanks for agreeing to go with me."

He leans down and presses a light peck on my cheek. I could feel the blood rushing there as soon as his lips touched my skin.

"I'm trying to think if I want to kick your ass in the water squirt game first or make your head spin on my favorite ride." He tells me.

I giggle and speed up to keep up with his fast pace. "I really want to ride a roller coaster. I just can't decide if I want to do that at the beginning or the end in case I get sick."

He grins, halting. "You won't get sick. I'll make sure to take you on the more exciting, less nausea inducing rides. Come here."

He grabs my hand again and rushes me over to the ticket stand where he purchases two wristbands. The prices were super high. What could they possibly be for?

"These let us ride anything as many times as we want."

I raise my eyebrows and glance around. There's way too many rides here. Am I even going to be able to handle that many? I haven't even ridden one yet. I also don't see how we're going to have time since the lines are outrageous.

He ends up buying the fast passes to each ride. I really hope he doesn't blow his entire paycheck on me. I'm going to feel guilty as hell.

"If it doesn't work out and you realize you hate roller coasters, we will just give our bands to some kids so they don't go to waste and we'll spend the rest of the night eating and playing games. Deal?"

He puts his hand out to me as if this was a trade. I laugh and shake it, determined not to screw this date up with my fear. I've messed up too many things by letting fear get the best of me. It's not happening this time.

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