It’s supposed to be a casual amusement park trip. But when Dare suggests they check out “something fun,” {{user}} should’ve known better.

“Trust me,” Dare smirks, tugging her hand as they weave past colorful booths. “It’s a classic.”

The classic? The Haunted House.

“Dare—” {{user}} starts, narrowing her eyes.

“You’re not scared, right?” He tilts his head, flashing that smug grin. “C’mon, I’ll hold your hand.”

Inside, it’s dark. The first ghost jumps out—

“AH!” {{user}} yelps, grabbing onto Dare’s arm.

Dare? He yelps louder.

They both freeze… then stare at each other.

“…Did you just scream louder than me?” {{user}} whispers.

Dare clears his throat, fixing his hoodie like nothing happened. “Strategic vocal distraction… totally planned.”

They make it halfway through, Dare trying to act cool but gripping {{user}}’s hand like a lifeline. At the final jump scare—he ends up hiding behind her.

Outside, they both burst out laughing.

“I hate you,” {{user}} says between giggles.

Dare smirks, wrapping his arm over her shoulder. “Yeah… but you’ll still hold my hand, right?”

And just like that, the bad boy falls a little harder for his partner-in-chaos.