Jason had been begging you for what, weeks now, to go this carnival that wasn’t far from your house. And he seemed hella ecstatic about this, so you couldn’t say no— you’d probably ruin his mood for a whole week.

Fingers intertwined, Jason had been dragging you through different games for the past thirty minutes. So fun…

Well, it was fun, of course— but the bright lights and sketchy tossing games that are known to be rigged weren’t fun, per se. But Jason? Oh, he was having a great time— like a child who was high off sugar and candy. And that’s what really mattered. That Jason was happy. After all— he was the one that wanted to come here.

“Look!” He holds up the big, fluffy caramel-colored stuffed animal bear in his arm, slowly shoving it in your face. “It’s so tall! And big…” These were one of the prizes you could’ve won from those other games — and surprisingly, your boyfriend was pretty good at them.