Preference #9: You go to the carnival (Part 1).

  • Steve: "C'mon, doll. This ride is nothin'!" Steve coaxed, trying to get you into the line. "Oh, no way, babe. I'm not goin'." You shook your head, gazing up at the huge monstrosity that your boyfriend called "nothin'". "Fine, I'll just make you." He said, hoisting you up on his shoulder and going into the line as if everything was normal. "Two people." Steve told the guy running the ride. He sat you down on the seat and put the bar down. Then, he sat down and did the same for himself. "Alright, this is absolut- Jesus almighty! Get me off!" You heard him yell as the rollercoaster launched into a huge spin. You were laughing, having the time of your life. Loops, drops, and turns; you loved every second of it. The ride soon ended; "Let's go again!" You giggled. No response came from Steve. "Stevie? Babe?" You asked him, looking over. He was frozen, white as a ghost. "No. Get me off. If you loved me, you would get me off. Now." He hissed.
  • Dally: You were with your friends at the carnival, having an amazing time; food, fun, and music. "So, Y/N. Got any crushes?" One of your friends asked, causing them all to giggle. "Yeah, Y/N. Do you?" A mesmerizing voice called from behind you. You turned to see Dallas Winston, your crush. You couldn't stop blushing; you didn't think he'd ever talk to you. "Yeah, I do." You smiled at him. "Well, I think I might be better than him, no doubt. Want to hang out on Saturday?" He grinned. "I don't know; I mean, if you win that big ol' teddy bear right up there for me, I'll guess so." You bit your lip, trying to keep cool. Your friends were just gaping; you were known to be shy, so it was weird to see you like this. Dally just smirked. "Fine." He said in his heavy New York accent. "What do I got to do to win this bear for the beauty right over here?" He asked the guy at the stand, determination in his eyes. "Knock each bottle over in one shot." The old man told him. Dally just nodded and threw the ball, but he missed by a good inch. "This is rigged! Not cool, man!" Dally yelled. "Dal, it's okay! I'll date you, anyway." You giggled, kissing him on the cheek. He just looked down at you and grinned.
  • Johnny: "Hey Johnny, instead of stayin' in the lot, how about goin' to the carnival?" You asked your boyfriend of two years, while you two were lying down in the lot. Daylight was slowly fading away, and you thought that the carnival would look really nice with all the lights. "I don't see why not. Let's go!" He said, standing up with you. You both walked and finally made it to the fairgrounds. Excitement was bubbling up inside you; you both split the prices for the tickets and rushed inside to the bumper cars. "Don't be surprised if I keep hitting your car." You joked. He just stuck his tongue out at you and laughed. "Well, you'll be payin' for all the damage!" He joked back. You both got into individual cars, and let the fun begin. He hit your car multiple times on purpose, and you did the same to his. It was as if nobody else was there, only you two. Your turns soon ended, and you had a hard time getting out of the cart because of how much you two were laughing.