When Trouble Meets Trouble

[ C h a p t e r - T w e n t y - N i n e ]

Jonah and I approached the Ferris wheel. He looked down at me, squeezing my hand a bit tighter. “I hope you’re not scared of heights.”

“In your dreams, Davis,” I stated as we got in line. Only a few people were in line, most of them in groups and pairs of friends and the rest were couples. I didn’t know which one Jonah and I fit into. I mean, are we still dating? We hold hands, like we are right now, and he kisses me on the cheek. We also hug for long periods of time but we’ve never had real kisses and we don’t speak about our ‘relationship.’

As we boarded the small cart, I decided that now wasn’t the time to ask him. “You’re thinking about something, aren’t you?”

“Aren't we always, technically?” I asked Jonah.

He shrugged. “It seems as if some people don’t.” This remark earned a laugh from me.

As the cart moved up, Jonah stare at the bottom, watching as the people shrunk. “I know this is cliché and all, you know, taking you to the carnival on your birthday and then going on a Ferris wheel but I promise that I have more plans.”

I shrugged. “I think it’s sweet.”

Jonah frowned. “Most girls would be upset that I wasn’t more original.”

And cue the most overused line in history of all females. “I’m not like most girls.”

Jonah chuckled. “That's because you're a man, right?”

I punched his shoulder and laughed as he started to chuckle. We maintained eye contact before I looked away, my face red. I hate how he makes me blush just by looking into my eyes. I hate how he doesn’t realize the full effect that he has on me and how I’m hopelessly falling for him.

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“Look, it's bumper cars!” I pointed out. I was currently drinking my weight (which was a lot, trust me) in soda. Jonah was holding my hand in his own, swinging them casually. He looked in the direction I was pointing and looked at me.

“You want to crash my car into the wall, don’t you?” he asked, amusement clear on his face.

I nodded as I sipped the drink. “You know me so well.”

We walked over to the colorful cars and I let go of his hand and ran to the purple car. “I call the purple car!”

“I call the blue car, not that it matters,” Jonah replied as he gave the ticket lady our tickets. He walked over and sat in the blue cars. We put on our seatbelts and waited for the lady to turn on our cars. I laughed evilly as the lady turned on the bumping vehicles and we slowly started moving forward.

Once the cars were fully on, I went full speed into Jonah’s car. His car swerved and spun in circles before it hit a wall. I laughed loudly as he swung around the car like a rag doll.

While I was leaned over laughing, I didn’t realize that Jonah had come from his wedged position and hastily slammed his bumper into the front of my car, sending me shooting backwards. I stared at him as my car refused to move forwards. When the car came to a complete stop, I stepped on the gas pedal.

I slammed into Jonah’s car and he whimpered as he struggled to stop the spinning. “I’m going to puke by the end of this game.”

“This is not a game.” I exclaimed as I sped up and hit his car again. “This is Sparta!”

Jonah laughed loudly at my aggression. “No, this is Patrick!"

“You're such a nerd!” I replied as I sent my car hurdling into his once more. The cars slowed to a stop as the round of bumper cars ended. We got out of the cars and walked over to each other, entwining our hands.