Authors Note: Citrus's: My biggest pet peeve. I mean, seriously! Everything is either a lemon, lime, or both. Orange is fine, but Come on! It just bothers me! PLEASE, tone it down a bit, will you? Everything is practically lemon or lime! Mostly lemons. About WARREN. What would Mrs. Peace say if she knew what was going on? Ugh. You people make me sick and disgusted. Write something new for a change, will you? It's Twilight fanfiction all over again.

On another note: IF I get at least 5 people telling me via REVIEW to continue the story, I will. Because. I'm not good at making things short. But, like I said, 5 people must tell me they want MORE.

Btw, TeenyMartini, Colombians do rock. Hard. Thank you for agreeing with me. But, why?!?! O.o" (lol, XD)

Chapter 2, Cliché Carnival.

Ferris Wheel, Flower Prizes, Fiery Inscriptions.

"We're here…" Warren said quietly. Indeed we were.

We were standing under an arch covered in millions of different colored balloons.

"Yup!" I said as I grabbed his hand and skipped into the carnival.

"Wow, there are so many booths. Not that it matters. They're always rigged. That's why I hate carnivals." Warren said, and then sighed.

"Oh, lighten up. Hey, look! I want to try that."

There was a small booth covered in prizes of all sorts; plush animals, dog tags, hats, all sorts of things. The man running the booth noticed me and beckoned for us to go to the booth. I skipped along, as Warren solemnly followed.

"3 dollars for 3 balls. Try to knock over as many cans of soda as you can. The more you knock over, the better the prize!" He said.

Warren placed 3 dollars on the table and picked up the balls. Then, he launched the first one, knocking over the entire pyramid of cans. Then he tossed the second, resulting in the second pyramid to collapse. Again, he tossed the ball, causing the final pyramid to collapse.

"Ohmygawd, Warren, that's amazing!" I said, hugging his arm.

"That'd be three prizes, right?" He asked the carnie, smugly.

"Uh, sure, choose anything ya like."

"2 dog tags and that flower plush doll thing." He said. The man obliged, taking down the three items.

"Here, sir." Warren grabbed the things, giving me the plush flower. It was really cute; it had pink petals and a cute little smiling face.

"I can have this?" I asked stupidly.

"Obviously. Do you seriously think I would keep that for myself?" He had a point. Wow, I'm stupid.

He sat down on a bench and held the two dog tags, examining them closely. Then, he powered up his right pointer finger and started drawing something on them. Then, he picked the second up and did the same. Then he got up and tossed one to me. I caught it, awkwardly.

"Ah! Huh?" I looked at it. On the navy dog tag was an inscription. It read "Layla"

I couldn't help but laugh at the silly smiley face next to my name. It look a little bit deformed, but oddly adorable.

Warren heard my giggle. "What?" He asked.

"Hehe…N-nothing…Just, it looks….cute…"

"He He."

I looked up, seeing one of the most beautiful sunsets, obscured by an extremely large Ferris wheel.

"Do you wanna go on it?" He asked, noticing my gaze.

I nodded, absently, forgetting I'm absolutely terrified of heights. (Sky High doesn't count because it's firm, not a little cart hanging by its paint)

"C'mon."

"Okay." I said as he took my hand. I guess the reason I forgot my total phobia of heights is because, for some reason, the idea of being alone with Warren seemed almost glamorous. And the sunset was breathtaking. Yeah, let's go with the sunset. (Although I'm sure that's not it.)

Soon, another Carnie was beckoning for us, grabbing my hand, helping me onto the Ferris wheel.

I sat opposite of Warren on a small, steel bench. We started moving and I could see the sunset clearly now.

"Wow…It's so pretty…" I said absently.

"Yeah," He said, looking out the window.

Then, the stupid thing stopped. I looked around, and saw the carnie was letting people on and off. I looked up, and noticed we were at the top. How cliché.

It must've been the height-at least 50 feet above the ground-which made me shriek.

"What's wrong?!" Warren asked, jolting from his bored position.

"We're…So…High…" I said, quietly.

"You're afraid of heights?!" He sounded angry.

I nodded, biting my lip.

"Then why'd you get on?"

"Because…" I wasn't going to tell him the truth. "Because, well, the sunset was so pretty, and you offered, and I didn't want to sound like a baby…"

"Well, that worked out." He said sarcastically.

"Shut up."

I leaned back on the wall of the cart, causing it to shake, which made me shriek.

"Oh, god." I said, panting.

Warren got up, taking a large step, causing the cart to shake more.

"Don't do that..!" I said, panting.

"Don't do what?" He said, genuine curiosity present. Then he took another step.

"THAT! Don't do that!" I said, shrieking, tightening my fists and tightening my body.

"You mean this?" And he took another step, causing the cart to shake violently.

"Yes! That!"

"Oh, but, how am I going to get over to you if I don't take a step?" Step.

"I don't need you here! Stop!"

"Oh, come on. Don't you like me?" Step.

"AIEEEEEE! Warren, please!"

"Please, what?" Step.

"PLEASE STOP!"

"Oh, come on, don't be a baby." Step.

"I beg of you…" I could feel tears stream down my face. He must have noticed because he stopped.

But, the cart jerked for some reason, causing Warren to fall and land on top of me, his hands gripping my shoulders. I realized it had jerked because it started moving, slowly, back down. I opened my eyes, to see Warren's face not 1 inch away from mine.

"Oh...Umm..." I said, awkwardly. He seemed dazed.

What he did was…well, weird. But, in a good way. Because, one second, I'm worrying about how close he is to me, the next, why isn't he closer?

What he did was lean forward and press his lips to mine.

You know, I swear I couldn't breath, but he didn't care, he just kept kissing me.

Which, you know, I didn't mind. Because I just kept kissing him back, breath or no breath.

And then the cart jerked again, but we didn't move.

"Mommy, look!" I heard some kid say. And I haven't been more embarrassed my entire life.

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