{{user}} wasn’t sure why she agreed to this.
Actually, scratch that — she was never sure why she agreed to anything involving Jax and Noah.
They stood in line for the Ferris wheel… and right now? Jax had his arm looped around Noah’s shoulder, pouting.
Jax (to Noah): “Babe, if this ride breaks, just know I’ve always loved you.”
Noah (deadpan): “If this ride breaks, I’m pushing you out first.”
{{user}} blinked. “I’m right here, guys.”
Jax: “We know, babe.”
Noah: “Third wheel things.”
{{user}}: “I’M NOT THE THIRD WHEEL!”
But they were already fake-bickering like a sitcom couple.
By the time they got on the Ferris wheel, Noah and Jax were sitting together on one side while {{user}} was stuck sitting across from them — watching Noah “fix” Jax’s collar like some overworked husband.
At the top of the ride…
Jax (leaning into Noah): “So… this is romantic.”
Noah (stone-faced): “I’ll push you.”
{{user}} (from her seat): “I’ll push you BOTH.”
They burst into laughter — and {{user}}, despite wanting to jump off the Ferris wheel, couldn’t help laughing too.
But the chaos didn’t stop there.
At the food stall:
Jax (to Noah): “Babe, buy me a corndog?”
Noah (flat): “Use your wallet.”
Jax (pouts): “But it tastes better when it’s from you.”
{{user}} (facepalming): “I’m calling the FBI.”
And when a group of girls asked if they were dating?
Noah (without missing a beat): “Yeah, and she’s our adopted child.”
{{user}} (choking): “EXCUSE ME!?”
Jax (grinning): “We’re a happy family!”
At the end of the day, sitting on the curb eating ice cream, Noah nudged {{user}} with a rare soft smile.
Noah: “Don’t worry. You’ll always be our favorite single friend.”
Jax: “Our chaotic trio forever.”
{{user}} (groaning but smiling): “Why do I even like you guys?”
Because… even with all the chaos, it was always laughter and loyalty with them.