“I used to be unhealthily obsessed with cars and motorcycles when I was younger, but I’ve never actually ridden one,” Sam admitted. “Maybe I could check out yours sometimes, I-“ before he could finish his sentence, the tickets were grabbed out of his hand by the person at the front of the line. “Oh, we’re here!” Sam laughed. “I guess it’s time to ride.”
(I have class so hold on… Sorry.)
Ok… Now my turn!!!
"Maybe I'll show you mine after." Ezra suggested, as the two men shuffled onto the rollercoaster. He let Sam choose his seat first, as he stood there, he thought about his cat. Alone at home. He liked being here, the smell of sugary and salty foods, the whipping of the wind past his face. The brisk air. But he sorta wished he'd stayed in bed and just cuddled his cat. He looked back at Sam.
Sam climbed into the seat and fumbled for the buckle, finally getting it to snap in place. He could feel the rumbling of the tracks as the coaster shifted, not quite taking off, but getting there. He caught a whiff of funnel cake in the near distance and was transported back to all the times he went to carnivals as a kid. The clack of Ezra’s seatbelt snapped him back to reality (oh there goes gravity, sorry). Sam turned to face him and said “Yeah, maybe. Sounds cool!” He started to sense the rollercoaster move, and an announcer over the intercom spoke, “Get buckled everyone, and enjoy the ride.”
Ezra got buckled, waiting, as the rest of the passengers got ready for the ride there.
"Can do." He promised, unusually upbeat for someone as sullen as himself. There was something about this guy, but what the Hell was it? He'd have to return to that question later, as they were getting ready to go. As they ascended, Ezra looked at the guy beside him. He was proud of himself for being this social, but it wasn't like he was gonna fully admit thst to himself. He looked around, scouring the park below them. He figured he would hate to fall from this high, but he'd definitely live, unlike most other individuals.
(Any ideas on how to do the part where the rollercoaster is actually moving? I’m blanking)
(I was thinking a loop that causes them to go upside down after the msin drop, and then twists and turns…)
(Okay, lemme whip something up)
The rollercoaster shot out of the entry passageway, causing Sam’s head to jerk back, which might make a normal person nervous, but Sam knew he would be fine. After the initial boost, they turned a corner and slowed down, escalating to the highest point. He laughed out of ecstasy and anticipated the drop.
As they shot off, Ezra sat there observing the scenery and enjoying the ride. He felt his cigarettes come loose, and they flew out of his pocket. Ezra snspped his arm out, catching them in mid-air, and held onto them. The pack was plastic, one of the ones that has the next cigarette pop up after you take one. An automatic if you will. He chuckled.
Sam heard Ezra chuckle and looked over just in time to see him tuck a pack of cigarettes into his hand. He made a mental note to ask him for one later. “You prepared for the drop?” He questioned Ezra.
"Yeah." Ezra said, looking down. He adjusted his collar, and kept a hold of the pack. They dropped, lurching forward and down at breakneck speeds.
Sam whooped and laughed as the air rushed through his hair and his stomach lurched. “WHOOOO! HELL YEAH!” They went through 2 loops and speed through the tracks. Sam couldn’t help but grinning at Ezra whilst being terrified of falling. The adrenaline began rushing to him and he grabbed Ezra’s hand and yelled “OHHH MY GOD!”
Ezra blushed, not really used to contact, and trying not to squeeze hard enough to break Sam's hand as they looped. He stared at Sam. Not breaking as they went upside down. He felt good now. More appreciated. He had always lived a cold, harsh, sullen existence. He was actually really good with people. But he accidentally hurt them too much. It was a psin in the ass.
(AH I FORGOT ABOUT MY CHILD)
The rollercoaster, after a couple more loops and several sharp, came to an abrupt stop. Sam heaved a sigh and went to unbuckle his seatbelt, forgetting that he was still holding Ezra’s hand. He quickly withdrew his hand and proceeded to turn around, hiding the redness of his face. They got unbuckled and stepped off of the ride. As they went through the exit, Sam said to Ezra, “That was incredible! How did you keep a level head during that ride?” I mean, there is something weird about him, in a mysterious way… He thought to himself.
Hi…
Hellooo
Ezra sighed, his pale complexion and sullenly good looks helping to hide the massive blush on his face. He started to feel empty as Sam let go.
"Most things just don't do it for me anymore." He explained. "I dunno why, that's just the way it is." He paused. "You wanted to see my bike?" He asked, atill red in the face. He loosened his tie, and ran a hsnd through his hair.
What the Hell is wrong with you… Ezra? He scolded himself inwardly.
Sam pondered it for a moment, but said “We haven’t even eaten any carnival food yet! What would my life be without extremely unhealthy fatty food…” He gave Ezra a firm pat on the shoulder then ran to one of the food booths. He looked back to see if Ezra would follow, then spoke to himself, Was that too weird? And I kinda grabbed his hand, God I hope I’m not scaring him off.
"I guess you're right…" Ezra said, starting to follow the other msn over. He pulled out his wallet. Rifling through it, and approached both Sam and the counter. He took out a few bills, sliding them over the counter and looking Sam in the eye. He looked back.
"What do you want, Sam?" He asked, putting his wallet away. He stood there waiting, looking around again.
“I’ll have to go with a funnel cake, my all time favorite.” He tapped his fingers against the counter and was about to order until he realized Ezra might want something. “Oh hey, sorry, what do you want? And you don’t have to pay.” Sam assured him while glancing over the options.
"It's fine." Ezra said, while ordering a huge mug of beer and a turkey leg. "You want a cup of beer, don't you?" He asked. He realized how imposing that sounded and reprimanded himself inwardly.
Sam gave Ezra one of his soft smilesTM. ”Sure, thanks for offering.” He took a seat at a nearby picnic table while waiting for the food and trying to calm his nerves. This isn’t like a date, right? It’s just some hanging out… I think. Sam asked himself.
Ezra sipped his massive mug of beer as he waited for their food to arrive. He found it strange thst a day of unwinding could turn into a date with a guy like Sam. He wasn't complaining, though, as Sam was handsome, a sweetheart, and totally his type. He sipped again. He smiled, a rare expression for his sullen face, it was an evanescent one though.
(YEET!)
(Sorry, Halloween was kinda hectic)
Sam bounced his leg up and down and as he saw Ezra smiling, he couldn’t help but do the same, Ezra’s smile was the very infectious kind. “What is it?” He asked. Inside, his mind raced. So he’s probably not smiling like that because of me… Is his beer really that good? Maybe it’s the carnival smell, or the rollercoaster. Maybe he’s smiling because I look stupid daintily sipping at the beer.
"Just the strangeness of today." Ezra said, his face the usual almost-scowl he wore everywhere. He saw a waiter coming their way with a turkey leg and funnel cake.
"So, uh, how's today going?" Ezra asked the man across from him. The waiter set the food down.
(Hey what time of year would you say it is for them?)
Sam gladly took his funnel cake and scoffed. “It’s gotten a lot better since I came here. This morning when I got up, I tripped on my cat and nearly broke my nose. I skipped breakfast cuz of how late I got up and spilled coffee and what I was wearing.” He sighed. “I changed of course, but still. Here, however, it’s been great! The rollercoaster was amazing, now I’m eating something I love with a great guy I just met. Sorry for ranting, by the way.” Sam took a bite of funnel cake and scratched his ear.
(I dunno, maybe between the end of summer and beginning of Autumn!)