Night had fallen for the stars and moon was shining brightly in the void-like sky. In the dark sky was a few cold clouds, but not enough to ruin the appearance of the glimmering balls of fire above. You weren't tired, but instead, bored. You leaned against the door on the passenger side, letting out a sigh. You could feel the sharp stare from the man beside you, but you decided not to make eye contact.
The man that sat behind the wheel, even though he was often a frightening driver, he was a man who had stolen your heart - yet, didn't know it - and drowned your feelings in all his glory. Out of all the riches in the world, you were the richest just to be sitting beside Buster was silly, handsome, and charming all in one. His talents were neverending, his voice was divine, his actions never had consequences, and he could wake up looking perfect - even with a hangover! Buster had stolen your heart, made your brain scrambled, and your body trembling just by a simple grin. He meant the world and more to you, even though, you hadn't any idea what he thought of you. He flirted with you more times than you could count, but then he would nudge you around as if you were a little sister or a long-lost friend. He confused you AND your feelings. You cleared your throat softly and rubbed your upper arm, continuing to keep your gaze out the small window. You heard Buster inhale to say something, yet he paused for a moment as if in deep thought.
"Hey, I know this trip is pretty far, but, lighten up, will ya'? Besides, I believe I see lights up ahead," Buster said. His voice was soft on the harsh silence, which brought indefinable amounts of joy to your ears. You looked over at him, smiling sheepishly.
"Lighten up? Why my legs are numb, Buster!" You spoke softly, proving to him you were nearly incapable of moving your legs. He pursed his lips together, having nothing to say in response. So far, you had found out, the only pleasant spot to be in a car is on top of a masculine man named Buster in the backseat. Quite fortunately, the two of you had been sleeping like that. What a way to drive you even closer to someone! As you two neared the town, bright lights and crowds of people came into view. But, that wasn't the exciting part. A Ferris wheel that stood over 100 feet high was spinning calmly as other various rides were full of shouting ladies.
"Won't you look at that?" Buster asked, eyeing the extraordinary scenery. Your mouth was slightly agape before both of your hands clasped onto Buster's upper arm. You leaned your head against his shoulder, eyeing him dreamily.
"Have I ever told you how much I adore you?" You questioned, blinking momentarily. Buster chuckled.
"I'll find a park." He said, catching onto your drift. You pulled away from him, clapping your hands together, a silent squeal escaping your lips.
"Thank you!" You squealed. You were in pure delight that Buster was kind enough to stop. Of course, he would probably enjoy frolicking around the fair too. When the car was parked, you swung the door open, jumping out and running to Buster. You wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace and kissed his cheek. He stayed still for a moment but soon returned the hug with a sheepish chuckle. You took his large hand with your small one, dragging him along to the ticket booth. You came to a halt in front of the ticket booth, looking up at the man that sat inside.
"How much would six tickets cost?" You asked, fishing your wallet out of your skirt pocket. Buster gently pushed you aside and took out his wallet. You twisted your lips and eyed him angrily. Deciding not to argue, you stuffed your wallet back into your skirt.
"Thirty cents." The ticket man replied. Buster nodded, taking out three dimes and handing them to the man. The man bent down, grabbing out six tickets, and giving them to Buster. Buster quickly thanked the man, then handing you three of the tickets. You took the tickets gladly, grabbing his hand once again, and dragging him along the strip of various rides and games. As you two neared the milk can game, Buster looked down at you.
"Want a stuffed toy?" He questioned, pulling one of the tickets out of his pocket.
"You'd do that for me?" You said in awe, holding your hands together. He nodded, bringing you over to the game. He slid one of the tickets across the counter to the manager, who gave him a few sports balls. Buster bent down in a readied stance, holding his arm back, and making sure not to hit anyone in the process. You inched away slightly, giggling. Buster swung his arm forward, the first sports ball perfectly hitting the milk cans and knocking all of them down. You raised your brows and pursed your lips.
"Not too shabby." You commented, grinning ever so slightly. He went to throw another sports ball, to win a bigger stuffed toy for you, but you quickly stopped him.
"Don't get too carried away now, I don't want one bigger than I can carry." You said. Buster stared at you for a split second, before standing straight and handing the extra two sports ball back to the handler of the game.
"Don't need those two," he spoke. "The love just wants a small one."
You, being oblivious, shrugged off the fact that he had just called you "Love." Maybe you shouldn't have, but you did. And if you didn't, you would've turned into a tomato, undoubtfully. Buster reached up, grabbing one of the small stuffed teddy bears and handing it to you. You took it with pride.
"Thank you!" You chirped, hugging him. He returned the hug, patting your back.
"Can we go on the Ferris wheel now?" You questioned with hopeful eyes. Buster looked up at the tall, lighted Ferris wheel and shrugged.
"Looks fun. Unless you're scared of heights." He teased, tapping your shoulder. You shook your head, grabbing his hand once again.
You were having fun and were completely unknown to the fact that every time you held his hand, he shivered slightly, and would sometimes even smile. Friends do that, do they not? You calmly walked over to the Ferris wheel, handing the handler two tickets. Buster went to grab himself one, but you put your hand up to stop him.
"You spent yours on that toy of mine, so I'll get this." You said, tipping your head. You two took your seats in one of the large booths, sitting beside each other. As the ride started, you latched onto his arm and took a deep breath.
"You're afraid of heights." He pointed out, pulling you closer. You huffed, rolling your eyes.
"I am not." You argued. But, instead of pulling away from him, you leaned into him, sighing softly. You felt comfortable as he rubbed circles into your upper arm. You had never felt any happier. Maybe the whole "Going to the other side of the universe for a single film that'll only make a small amount of dough" was worth it. Maybe both you and Buster deserved this time together.
Maybe you two spending time together would bring you both closer, and maybe your future will be bright, with an incredible lover. Or maybe you're over-thinking the entire thoughts were quickly interrupted by Buster clearing his throat. You blinked, looking up at him, grinning, then looking back at your surroundings. You were now stopped on the top, the beautiful view rendering you breathless.
"This town is certainly beautiful." You commented, staring in awe at the scene of a thousand lights, small buildings, and trees
"You can get a scene more beautiful than this by looking in the mirror." He said, staring into the distance of the town. Your eyes widened as you blushed and turned your head down.
- After a few hours of riding fair rides and having silly fun, it had grown darker, as your stomach had grown hungrier. You and Buster had stopped at one of the booths to get a funnel cake and lemonades. You two had decided to split the funnel cake since neither of you would be able to eat one alone. The two of you were sitting on the curb, free from the crowd. Not too far from where you sat was a bandstand. Soft 1920s jazz played as women and men dances around. You would have got up to dance, but as your feet were killing you, you couldn't take the chance to make a fool of yourself. Buster had brought up the conversation topic of where to stay tonight, for you weren't going to let him drive in the dark, though he tried persuading you.
"I refuse to let you drive in the dark, Buster. You almost gave me a heart attack last night." You said blankly, stuffing a piece of funnel cake into your mouth. Buster grinned slightly, taking a sip of his drink and turning to you.
"But, you didn't have a heart attack," he pointed out. "Therefore, fair and square, my driving isn't that bad." You inhaled. "If I have to drive, I will." You said flatly, poking your chest out superiorly. Buster laughed, looking up at you with a crooked toothy grin.
"Come on! You'll kill us both- and bystanders!" He exclaimed, putting his hand up. You laugh, mumbling; "I'm not that bad" Under your breath. Without you noticing, Buster had scooted closer to you, nearly too close. Normally, he minded personal space, but when you turned your head, the both of you was nose-to-nose. You gasped softly, your face turning red quickly.
"Tonight's been fun, yeah?" Buster asked, his eyes half-lidded and his voice darker than before.
"Y-yeah?" You answered, stuttering and blushing like a mad man.
"Well, babe, how about we seal it with a kiss?" He questioned, his brown orbs staring into your own colorful ones. You gulped. This was your time, and you were too embarrassed to take the chances. Luckily, Buster understood your body language well enough to lean in and seal the yearning kiss. You obliviously gasped into the kiss, closing your eyes and kissing back. He placed his hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer- only for you to push him away.
"There're kids around, Keaton!" You whisper-yelled. Buster chuckled half-heartedly, eyeing his surroundings, then turning his attention back to you.
"I was thinking about booking a hotel anyways," Buster said, patting your thigh. Your eyes widened and your face turned red.
"Wait, tonight? Here? Don't get any naughty ideas you rascal." You uttered, pointing your index finger at him.
"Come on, you like it." He purred. You sighed helplessly.
"I do and I hate IT, but love YOU." You replied, kissing his nose.
"I love you too, sweets."
He... Loved you.