I had just gotten off the train that had went to Coney Island. I looked over at the amusement park.

I looked at the time. It was about 9:30.

Alright, lets do this, I thought as I started walking towards the cyclone.

I made it over there in a matter of minutes and started searching for Dean around it.

I pulled my phone out and dialed his number before tapping my foot.

It went to voice mail. I sighed.

"Dean, I'm by the cyclone, but I don't see you....."

I paused at my words when I saw Dean was in the front seat of the roller coaster that was rolling right back into the loading place.

I shut my phone off and shoved it in my pocket.

Dean got off and started heading out the exit. I went over to meet him.

Dean came over when he saw me, "That was fun."

"Yeah, well funs over," I cheered, "We need to get back to the arena," I said grabbing his hand and pulling it.

Dean stayed glued to the spot.

"Come on, you just got here," Dean said.

"I didn't want to come here in the first place!" I complained.

"But their are rollarcoasters and food, what more could you want?" Dean questioned.

I crossed my arms, "I want to get back to the arena."

"Come on, Gabs," Dean said, "Lets have some fun."

I stared at him for a while, arms crossed.

"Ok, how about this," Dean continued, "One ride on the cyclone."

"How about no," I said.

"Are you scared?" Dean asked, a smirk on his face.

"It's not even that scary," I said.

"Well, than prove it," Dean said, "Ride it with me."

"Why do you always want to talk me into stuff?" I asked, shaking my head.

Dean put his hands on my shoulders, "Because I want to have fun."

"Life isn't all about having fun," I pointed out.

"Well, we don't have to live by that rule," Dean said, "We can live life how we want to live it."

I sighed, "This is the last time I will let you talk me into something, I swear by it."

Dean smiled widely, "Alright, lets go."

He led me over to the back of the line. We stopped their.

"We aren't even going to make it back in time," I muttered.

"I told you, John's got it under control," Dean said.

That was very unlikely.

The line started going forward more and more. I started pacing.

We finally got up to the front of the line. Dean led me right to the front seat.

I took a seat and put my seat belt in. I started nervously tapping the side.

"Are you scared?" Dean asked.

"No," I said, looking away from him.

"You are," Dean said, "It's OK, it's not scary."

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