Ferris wheels; you love them. They're your favorite part of fairs, besides when you get stuck at the top.

This fair was like any other, you waiting in line for the ferris wheel behind a man in a black hoodie, concealing his periwinkle locs. The one thing that wasn't the same is the fact that you weren't riding with one of your friends this time. This meant you'd have to ride with a stranger, the ferris wheel only allowing pairs of people, and no single riders.

Little did you know that the man in front of you, the one with silvery-blue hair, didn't have a riding partner either. When it was his turn, he was told he needed a second person, and you were automatically picked because you were behind him.

The two of you get into the seat of the ferris wheel, silent for most of the ride. Well, until you two got stuck at the top, the most terrifying thing that could happen on a ride like this.