"C'mon," I say. "Please? Please?"

The look she gives me would be enough to frighten off the faint of heart. It's one of those "Really?-Really,-you're-going-to-do-this?" looks. I guess disdain would be the appropriate word. Kady's trying not to smile, though. I can see the corners of her lips starting ever-so-slightly to turn upwards—and yes. There it is, ladies and gentlemen: Kady Macintosh's beautiful smile. She does this weird little scoff-"ugh" thing, and whines, "Tyler, I don't want to go on it."

Here's the thing: Kady works in an amusement park – this one, actually; Indian Trail Park. Despite working here for more than two months, she has never taken advantage of the park's free admission for employees and gone on the park's pride and joy: Pandora's Box. I have a deep-founded appreciation for wooden coasters, but this one is steel and quite possibly my favorite ride ever. That's all I can say. Kady claims she doesn't like roller coasters. I don't believe her. I think she just feels weird to be in the park and not working. I'm just glad I don't have to ride the car ride to spend time with her.

"Please?" I beg again. "At least once. You'll love it. I know you will. Please? I can only go on the Merry Mixer and Tilt-A-Whirl so many times." (Actually, Tilt-A-Whirl is all about physics. You just have to work it right and it turns into a ride to make the most hardy person vomit in the grass afterwards. Merry Mixer, though? There's just no hope for it, especially with a name like that.)

Kady heaves a huge sigh and says, low and drawn out, like she's sacrificing her very self for me, "Fine."

I grin and kiss her. I take her hand, and as always happens when I do this, Kady looks surprised for a moment. We aren't far from Pandora's Box, so by the time I tell her that in there's a law in Colorado that outdoor pet cats have to have tail-lights (no joke!), Kady and I are standing in front of the entrance, and Kady is refusing to move forward.

"Come on," I say. "You promised you'd go on it at least once."

It takes another minute of coaxing, and five people get in line before us, but finally Kady acquiesces. "If I die," she says, extremely seriously, "I am going to haunt your ass."

I start laughing, because this is the type of reason why I love this girl (of course, she doesn't know that. I haven't told her that I love her yet, nor she me). Kady looks affronted at first, but eventually we're both laughing and the people in front of us think we're psychotic. Kady's crying because she's laughing so hard, and she doesn't even notice that we're going to be next in line for the coaster in about twenty seconds when the next train departs.

Once she does, she stiffens and I'm pulling her towards the line for the back car. The back is always the best, in my opinion, because you get rattled around and it's spectacularly violent. Although I guess Kady is worried enough about the coaster without being jostled so much her brains feel like they're leaking out.

I'm trying to take her mind off of her "impending doom," as she puts it, when I say, "Did you know in Texas there's a law that says that it's illegal to have a pair of pliers in your own possession?"

"That doesn't make any sense," she objects, and then squeaks when I nudge her towards the roller coaster train, which has arrived. She's nervous as she buckles the seat belt and pulls down the restraint. "Okay, Tyler? I'm really loose. Is it supposed to fit this way? I'm going to die." The words come out in one heady rush, and her cheeks are flushed.

I lean towards her, murmur, "You'll be fine," and kiss her before she can protest. The ride attendant – one of my friends, actually – smirks when he sees us.

"Oh, hey, Eric," Kady mutters, her fire heating up like a forest fire.

Eric laughs as he checks the rest of the restraints. He tells me he prefers working the coasters to working the car ride. He gives a thumbs up to the other operator, and the train lurches forward. Kady reaches out for my hand and squeezes it.

"I hate roller coasters," she says again. "Oh my God, I am going to die," she says. "I'm going to come back and haunt your ass!"

The train's going up the hill, and Kady's muttering under her breath.

"Are you saying a 'Hail Mary'?" I ask.

"No," she says. "I'm praying to the God of Surviving Potentially Deadly Roller Coasters. Hopefully He is a benevolent God, because I have a feeling I'm going to need Him," she says.

I poke her in the shoulder to keep her from continuing, and tell her, trying to keep her from thinking about dying, "Did you know that in Florida it's illegal to put livestock on a bus?"

She's about to answer sarcastically when we reach the top, and instead all I hear is her scream as we plummet towards the ground at what's probably a dangerous angle. Both her hands are around my one, and I'm trying not to laugh. There's a group of school kids in front of us, people I recognize from last year – maybe sophomores or juniors. They're singing something, and the people before them, at the front of the train, are yelling obnoxiously, their arms up.

Kady is probably the only one genuinely scared. She has to have the loudest scream I have ever heard – the kids in front of us will probably go deaf because of her. She's shrieking and then it's over: we're pulling into the station. Kady rips off the restraint and the seat belt and pelts out of there like she's on fire and water is right outside the exit.

I catch up to her, but it's hard with all the people. When I get to her, she's smiling and her eyes are bright. She says excitedly, "Let's go on it again!"

I guess I'm looking at her like she suddenly grew another head, because she says, "What?" all defensively.

"God, I love you," I say without thinking. Kady freezes.

"What?" she asks.

"Uh," I say intelligently. "Um."

She bites her lip for a second, and then throws her arms around my neck and hugs me. "For the record," she says in my ear, "I love you too." She pulls away and kisses me.

When she pulls away a couple seconds later because we're getting weird looks from passerby and wolf-whistles from the sophomores, she repeats, "Let's go on again."

"I thought you didn't like roller coasters."

Kady laughs. "Right. Really, Tyler, you should have realized that I was only saying that so I had an excuse to grab onto you when we went down the hill. Pandora's Box is freaking AWESOME!" she shouts.

I'm momentarily dumbfounded, but she tugs on my hand and I kiss her again. There's the girl I love.

We ride Pandora's Box eight more times.


A/N: A quick little piece of fluff as a sequel of sorts to Amusement Parks and Car Rides, even though it's kind of lame. I just love Kady and Tyler. :)

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