Sam's POV

I'm at a fair. 

I only came here for Oliver, but everyone here is chill. It's been ages since I've been to a fair, but it's just as cool as I remember, the rides, games, food, and weird contests. What even is 'Make the best cotton sculpture'? 

It was Ken's idea to split up so we could do stuff faster, Oliver chose me faster than you could say, 'nice'.

I would have chosen him anyway, he's funny when he doesn't focus on his body. He thinks he's gross and worthless, I think that's full of shit.  He's a sweet guy and really other-centered. He also thinks that everyone is judging him.

Personally, I don't judge people and their choices most of the time, my motto is 'You can do anything, so long as you don't hurt yourself or another person'. Pretty damn good motto if I do say so myself. 

Oliver wants to go on all of the rides, however, we are not Richie Rich, like Tom or Lyle. Oliver and I are college students, aka, broke as fuck. I have no problem asking for money if we need it, but I'm good at budgeting, so I think we're good.

"Al, Al, look at this!" Oliver exclaimed. I looked over and saw this big ass swing ride where basically they throw you in the air and spin you around, it's safe of course... at least I think so... shit.

I'm planning my future funeral. Bye bye Alex. You lived an enby ass life.

"You wanna ride it?" I ask him. 

"Y-yeah! I think it'd be fun!" He said basically jumping with excitement.

I chuckle and check our budget, and we are good to buy the tickets.

I purchased the tickets, hoping my famous last words wouldn't be 'Fuck it, we ball'

Oliver and I board the swings of death and terror, and the people run around checking the restraints before announcing that we were good to go.

It starts off and we slowly accelerate until we are whipping through the air. You know, if this were safer, less 'trying to rip your head off with extreme force', I think I'd like it. However er, that is not the case.

I'm screaming and Oliver is dying laughing at my reaction.

We are flying through the air with little to no safety features us if the thin metal wire were to snap. I am not ashamed to be terrified. You would have to be a psychopath to like this, or be Oliver apparently 

The ride ends (not soon enough) and I'm tempted to kiss the ground and weep with love for dirt and grass. Oliver is still making fun of me. 

"Al, the faces you made were priceless. I need to bring a camera next time," He wheezes, trying to catch his breath from laughing at my agony.

"Never. Again." I state. Then I break and start laughing with him.

We laugh a bit longer, then decide to grab food and text the others that it was getting late and we needed to head back soon.

Lyle agrees and says to meet up at the car. Neither Tom nor Marcus has responded yet.  

Huh.

Wonder why. 

Meh, not my monkeys, not my circus. 

Oliver and I arrive at the car, and Ken and Lyle follow up in a few minutes. 

When Marcus and Tom finally arrived, it had been 30 minutes, and they were extremely red. Huh.