AN: Based of Owl City's Hot Air Balloon, which I do not own along with My Babysitter's a Vampire. Wish I did, but oh well. In this story, Ethan is 17 and Sarah is still 17 (you know, the whole vampire thing). Anyway, read on, I hope you enjoy!

Sarah and I are in my room working on our English project for next week. The assignment was to write a song, in pairs. Weird right? What kind of assignment is that? Well you can guess what we both wrote about.

We wrote the prelude to our fairy tale. Yes, I am dating Sarah now, after what seemed like forever. I look up and catch Sarah's eyes staring at me.

"Writer's block," I ask.

She nods in response.

"Let's go for a drive, to take your mind off things," I grab her hand and we prance down the stairs. I open her car door before climbing in my side and starting the ignition. We drove for a while, just taking in the scenery. Suddenly, we come across a church rummage sale.

"Can we stop, please" begs Sarah.

I pull into the parking lot and Sarah hops out of the passenger side. She begins to survey the items that lay on the ground and across the tables. Getting out, I glance back over at her. She has already picked up several items; including a parachute. She pulls out her wallet and pays for everything. A smile as bright as the sun crosses her face as she places her newly found trinkets in the back.

"What is all that for?"

"You'll find out later," she smiles before giving me a peck on the cheek.

Reaching my house, Sarah gathers everything up and heads inside. I trail behind. When I come in, I find her at our mean sewing machine. What seems like miles of thread lay next to her. She began to sew the day away, with navy and red.

The path is wound throughout the house, winding a race track through my mom's kitchen chairs. Sarah looks up from her work.

"We need to get something from downstairs."

"Um, okay," I say shakily. In case you didn't know, I found out earlier today that my basement was haunted. How great is that? The stairs moan and groan with every step we take. Then the shadows come. We fight them down the dark basement stairs. Reaching in my pocket, I pull out a match and strike it on the wall. Letting it catch, it lights up the room. The shadows disappearing instantly.

We return to the sewing machine and after many long hours you yell out as we behold an old maroon hot air balloon.

"Does it work," I ask.

I am out of my mind. Hopefully she will be out of ideas like this pretty soon.

"Let's spend the afternoon in this cold hot air balloon," Sarah exclaimed.

"Okay fine, but leave your jacket behind." Her punishment.

She nods eagerly. As we climb into the basket my stomach drops. This is unsafe. I attempt to get out but it is too late. We have already lifted of.

About ten minutes in I begin to enjoy it. I encircle Sarah in my arms. "Lean out and touch the treetops over town," I whisper into her hair.

She shakes her head, "I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down."

A song comes to my mind, we both start singing in unison, " La la la la la laaa. La la la la la laaa."

We reach the Great Lakes when our balloon finally touches down. Sarah reaches into her bag and pulls out two cups. Rushing over we scoop the water up into the cups; savoring it like cold lemonade. Only a moment later, we both double over in pain. We flop back and sprawl out in the shade. Staring at the sky; Sarah holds her breath and I am trying not to yawn. We are both bored to death, but she turns my frown upside down. My worries are now gone.

"We better get going" Sarah chimes.

I nod, We're out of our minds to try and fly back in this thing. Hopefully Sarah hasn't run out of good ideas yet, though I know she will soon.

Grabbing the balloon and me around the waist, she takes to the sky.

Mockingly she laughs, "lean out and touch the trees."

"No, I'm good." I mumble, "can't wait to kiss the ground when we touch back down."

She lands gracefully. Releasing my waist she dumps the semi-tattered balloon in the trash. The two of us walk back inside and head up to my room. I sit down in my desk chair; Sarah grabs her laptop and we both start to write once more. We spent our afternoon in a cold hot air balloon.

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