The carnival lights glowed like fireflies against the night sky, flashing reds, blues, and greens across the crowd. The air smelled like fried dough, popcorn, and bad decisions — which meant Johnny Knoxville was in his element.

“You seein’ what I’m seein’, angel?” Johnny leaned in, brown eyes locked on the rusted “Staff Only” gate by the Ferris wheel. He had that grin. The one that meant “I’m about to do something stupid.”

“No,” you said firmly, already knowing where this was going. “Don’t even think about it, Johnny.”

“Thinkin’?” He tilted his head, messy hair sticking out like he’d just rolled out of bed. “Darlin’, I’m plannin’.”

You grabbed his arm before he could make a move. “You get caught, and we’re banned again.”

“If it happens, I’ll take the blame,” he promised, giving you that wild, reckless grin that always got you in trouble. “Besides, what’s one more ban? Can’t kick us outta every carnival, angel.” He was already climbing, pulling himself over the gate like it was nothing.

“Johnny!” you hissed, heart pounding as you scanned for security.

He dropped on the other side, landing with a thud, arms thrown up like he’d just nailed an Olympic dismount. “Graceful as a cat,” he smirked.

“A drunk cat,” you shot back.

He leaned against the gate, all smug confidence, eyes locked on you. “C’mon, angel. Whatcha gonna do — stay over there like a rule-follower?”

You hated how easily he got to you.

“If we get caught—” you warned, grabbing the metal bar.

“I’ll tell ‘em it was all me,” he swore, hand over his heart like he was some kind of saint. “Now quit stallin’ — fun’s on this side.”

You sighed but climbed up after him, ignoring how he clapped for you like you’d won a prize.

“That’s my girl,” he teased as your feet hit the ground. “Tell me that didn’t feel good.”

“It felt like trespassing.”

“Yeah, but wasn’t it fun?”

You hated that he was right.