A/N: A little oneshot I decided to write in the midst of writer's block. I'm not sure whether it's good or not. Please review! Constructive critisim is always welcome!

I love the fair. It's one of the best times of the year for me.

You see, every year, my town puts on a fair. It's a lot of fun. There's everything you'd find at a normal fair. There are rides, different booths and games, and cotton candy and funnel cake and popcorn and food of all kinds. And even being fifteen, I still love coming here every year. Most teenagers might find these things boring and might not come, but I come. Every year, every chance I get.

So today, I'm walking around the fair, by myself, eating cotton candy. The pink kind. On a stick. I love the how it's so fluffy, and how it melts in my mouth. I always feel like a kid when I come here. And I don't care if I don't act my age. It's the fair. I have an excuse.

I pass by some of the regular booths. There's the funnel cake and popcorn stands, the milk can game, the ring-the-bottle game, and many others that I've seen for years and years.

And suddenly, I see something in the distance. It's a person. I recognize that person. My face blushes when I realize who it is, resembling the cotton candy. It's him. Oh, goodness. Of course I want him to see me, but at the same time I want to become invisible. I try to keep going along my way, pretending he's not there.

But of course, that plan fails. As I keep walking, I hear his voice. "Myra! Hey, Myra! Wait up!"

I'm excited and dreadful at the same time as I turn to face him. And sure enough, he's there behind me. Towering a few inches over me, blue eyes sparkling, blonde hair shining. Yep, it's him all right. Gavin. Looking as cheerful as ever. Oh yeah, did I mention I have a crush on him? I think you might've guessed.

"Hey, Gavin," I say, trying to be confident. "What's up?"

"I didn't expect to see you here," Gavin says, with a hint of surprise.

To be honest, I thought it was common knowledge that I come to the fair every year, but then again, most teens at my school don't come. "I come here all the time. I love it here. When the fair's here, I'm almost always here," I say.

"Hmm. I didn't know that," he says. "I come here a bunch, too. This is the first year I've been allowed to go by myself."

"I didn't know you came here," I say. I never see people from school. Ever. This fair is just so big.

"I do," he says. "So, what's the best thing to do around here?"

My heart leaps. Is Gavin actually asking me to lead him around the fair? EEEEKKK! I happily agree, and he follows me around the fair. I show him the concessions, the rides, and all the games. We don't ride any rides, but he convinces me to have a throw at the milk bottle game, which I know is rigged, yet I play anyway. We fail at knocking the bottles over, since I know they're nailed to the table, so that was a complete waste of money.

Eventually we come to the middle of the fair, which contains a new booth, one that I've never seen before. A trust booth. Now I've seen these things on TV, and I know how they run. I've always been intrigued by them, but I've never seen one in real life. I'm dying to try it out.

"Hey, let's try that out." I say, pointing to the trust booth.

"Sure," Gavin says. "Looks fun."

I smile, then run up to the trust booth. I hear him following me. We pay the fee to the guy managing the booth, and then he gives us the rundown.

"Okay, so the lady will stand right here and the gentleman will stand behind her with arms outstretched to catch her. Then the lady will fall directly back into his arms. Simple. Got it?"

We both agree. The man leaves us to ourselves, and we get ourselves in position. And as Gavin moves behind me, out of sight, I have my first doubts. What if he doesn't catch me?

"You ready?" Gavin asks, jarring me out of my fear. But my fear still shows.

"Are you sure you're going to catch me?" I ask.

"I promise I will," he says. "Trust me."

And then I start to fall back, and time seems to slow. What happens if he doesn't catch me? What will happen to me? I continue to fall, expecting to feel the cold wooden floor against my head.

But that never comes. Instead I feel a sturdy pair of arms stopping me from my fall. I don't feel my head cracking open. I look up, and sure enough, there's Gavin, holding me, who saved me from my fall.

"See? I told you you could trust me," he says with a twinkle in his eyes. Oh, I love that twinkle. He pulls me to my feet. Despite that experience being terrifying, I'm glad we did it. It proved to me that I can trust him.

Gavin moves to leave, but I grab his hand. He glances at it for a second, blushes, and then we keep walking.

Yes, the fair is a wonderful place.