Your eyes widened as the swing ride began its circular motion, and you couldn't shake the feeling that your chair might fall off any minute. Your stomach churned as you clung to the chains suspending the chair, holding on for dear life as the world around you blurred into fast motion on this afternoon at the fair.

"Babe, look at your face!" Lyle's laughter resonated, his dark hair swirling in the wind as he sat on the swing ride ahead, capturing a picture of you with his phone even though his arm was in a shoulder sling. He had managed to convince you to skip school for this.

"Hold your hand on the chains, Lyle!" you nearly exclaimed, but it only fueled his laughter. At this moment, you couldn't discern whether your fear was more for your safety or for your boyfriend.

"Aye-aye, first lady!" Lyle grinned mischievously, playfully teasing you with the nicknames he had given you as he showed his thumb up before releasing an exuberant whoop that resonated throughout the ride. Later, when you finally finished the ride, the first thing you did upon exiting the gate was spill your stomach contents. You could swear the world was still spinning as you threw up.

"Babe, are you okay? I'm sorry." He crouched beside you, rubbing your back, his voice laced with genuine concern.

"Do you want a piggyback?" he offered, leaving you momentarily silent. How he offered that with his arm practically in a sling was beyond you as you snorted a laugh at him.