Long Ass Ride-Tyler Seguin
A/N: wow two uploads in one hour whoops. Also, if you know what the title means, you the real mvp. If you don’t then just ignore it. ~ Taya
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You breathed out deeply as your shaking hands gripped the safety bars. You fought back and forth between wanting to keep your eyes closed and wanting to screw them shut. This was a mistake. A horrible, horrible mistake. It didn’t matter how much money was involved, you shouldn’t have done this. Your stomach was long gone and you felt like you were going to pass out at any second. The only positive thing about the situation was that most rides were under two minutes. Only two minutes of torture and you would be free and you’d never have to do this again.
“You okay over there?” You heard a voice ask. You didn’t know anyone sitting next to you, this was a solo mission, so you didn’t think they were talking to you. That was until you felt someone touching your hand. You opened your eyes to see the man next to you looking at you, both in amusement and concern. “You gonna make it?”
“Good question.” You said, your throat dry and hoarse.
“Seriously are you okay? You’re really pale. I’ve seen plenty of people pass out, I know that pale.” He said, studying you.
“I’m just ready to get this over with.” You said honestly, wondering why it was taking so long to get started.
“Is it the height?” He asked.
“And the speed.” You admitted.
“With a reaction like this, I’m sure there’s a good reason you’re having a panic attack right now.” He smirked.
“My friends said they’d pay me $200 if I did this. Being broke makes you stupid too.” You said, shaking your head at yourself.
“I’m sure it’s more than the money. I think you wanna prove to yourself you can do it too.” He said, cocking his head to the side.
He wasn’t wrong. You did want to prove you weren’t the wuss everyone said you were. You just wanted to do it once, then never again.
“They really sent you up here by yourself though? Your friends are assholes, no offense. If I knew someone I cared about was this scared, I wouldn’t let them do this alone.” He told you.
“It was part of the deal. They’re down there waiting for me, probably recording the whole thing and expecting me to come back crying.” The anger you had felt was rising, almost making you forget you were dangling in the air.
The ride operator went to the control panel and began getting the ride ready to depart.
“Don’t give them the satisfaction. Don’t let them beat you. You’re already beating the ride just by being here. You already won.” He tried to assure you.
The ride began to move, taking you up the hill that would plunge you to your doom.
“Fuck me,” you groaned, screwing your eyes shut, gripping the bars so tight your knuckles turned white.
“I’ll buy you dinner first,” He man chuckled. “For now, just hold my hand. Squeeze as hard as you need to. Keep your eyes closed if you need to. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
You felt his hand touch yours and without even thinking you grabbed onto him for dear life. His hand was warm and rough but the feeling was comforting and welcome. You actually felt somewhat safe, but not enough to open your eyes.
“We’re about to drop, hold tight.” He told you, then seconds later you fell.
You screamed the whole way, hating every second of the ride itself. The man whose hand you held screamed too, having the time of his life, laughing and squeezing your hand right back.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that you felt like you could die at any second, you wouldn’t have minded this. You liked holding his hand and his laugh made your stomach do flips in a different way than they had before he talked to you. You were almost sad to know that once this ride was over, the kind stranger would be gone forever. You opened on eye, peaking over at him, watching him smile and laugh, even take little glances at you.
He was handsome, really handsome. His scruff made him look like a “manly man”, which was different for you but you didn’t hate it. His hair that had gone to his ears in slight curls flew back, he looked almost like he was flying.
The ride came to and end, you would almost say too soon. You didn’t let go of the mans hand until the operator came to unbuckle you and let you off.
“You did great. Did cry or break my hand or anything.” The man congratulated you as you walked off the ride.
“Thanks. I’m sorry if I ruined your ride or anything. Thank you for being so sweet.” You said shyly, avoiding looking at him.
“You didn’t ruin anything.” He laughed. “I didn’t mind at all. No one should have to do things they’re terrified of by themselves. I’ve done that before and it messed me up. And I definitely didn’t mind holding your hand.”
You could feel your cheeks flare up, you were sure you looked sunburned.
You saw your friends waiting and stomped over to them, still pissed off.
“Alright assholes pay up. And then I’m leaving, I’ve had enough of you guys making fun of me for the day.”
They sighed and gave you the money, grumbling that you were no fun and they wanted to leave anyway.
You stuck the money in your pocket and began to walk to the exit before you were stopped by someone grabbing your arm.
“Hey,” It was the man from the ride. “I meant what I said before.”
“About holding my hand?” You asked, slightly confused.
“Well that too.” He chuckled. “About taking you to dinner. You’re unbelievably cute and I’d very much like to get to know you.”
“I don’t even know your name.” You said, unable to form any other words.
“It’s Tyler. I’m not a murderer I promise. My life isn’t secretive enough for that.”
You didn’t know exactly what he meant by that but found yourself giving him your name anyway.
“So what do you say? Wanna go grab something to eat? Or is your stomach not recovered yet?” He asked.
“It’s getting there but I’m sure it’ll be fine once we get to wherever you have in mind.” You assured him.
He smiled at you and took your hand again. Maybe roller coasters weren’t so bad after all.
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