CHAPTER 9

"I can't believe they talked us into this, Dean," Seth said after getting buckled into his seat.

"Oh the things we do for the ladies."

"Tell me about it."

-"Look at them, Kayla," Shannon laughed. "I can't believe they're doing this."

"Me neither."

The seat to the ride began to lean backwards until Dean and Seth were looking up at the sky. It was then as the ride was in position, the smile on Kayla's face vanished.

"Oh no..." Kayla muttered.

"What's wrong?" Shannon asked.

"How could I forget?"

"Forget...forget what?"

-Seth and Dean were laying back, waiting for the ride to begin.

"This is all your fault, Seth. Saying 'yes' knowing I didn't want to do this."

"What? My fault? How is it MY fault?

Dean answered rapidly through clenched teeth, his words running together. "Because the last time I was on a ride like this that went up, down, all around, I got sick and threw up."

Realization hit Seth like a ton of bricks. He closed his eyes and hit his head on the seat. "Why in the world didn't you remind me or say anything?"

"Why in the world did you think I kept saying..." Blast off. "NOOOOOOOOO!"

Dean and Seth took off in the air, flipping and bouncing, screaming their lungs out. Kayla and Shannon watch from the ground as Dean and Seth were being twisted around and about. The motions of the ride were taking a toll on Dean and he began to feel dizzy.

"Seth...I...I don't feel so good."

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't you throw up on me. You hear me?"

-Shannon, Seth and Kayla stood by a porta potty as Dean was emptying his stomach. Sounds of vomiting escaped from inside and Kayla felt terrible that she had forced Dean on that ride. Moments later, Dean exited the porta potty, rubbing his stomach.

"How are you feeling, Dean?" Shannon asked concerned.

"Better now..." *burp* "I think."

"Dean, I am so sorry. If only I had remembered..."

"No worries. I'll be fine. I think I've had enough fun for one night."

"Me too," Seth stated. "Let's head home."

-Kayla pulled up to Dean's apartment in her red grand prix. She put her car in park, then turned off the ignition.

"Dean. Again, I am so very sorry for earlier. I feel awful."

"Kayla. Again, it's fine. No worries. Hakuna Matata."

"Let me make it up to you. Anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything. Just name it."

Dean thought for a moment, then smirked. "Dinner."

"Dinner? Where? When?"

"Yes, dinner. My apartment. Next Friday night at 6:30. I mean...that is...if you're not busy."

"Should I bring anything?"

"Just you."

"Alright. You have a deal. I'll be her next Friday night at around 6:30."

"Okay. I had a great time tonight."

"Me too. Hope your stomach gets to feeling better."

"Oh it will. See you later, Kayla."

"Have a good night, Dean."

Dean reached for the handle on her car door, then paused. He turned in his seat and locked eyes with her. "The last time you were over here, you told me that that night I saved you, you secretly were falling for me."

"Yeah. Why? What about it?"

"I had done the same thing. I had secretly fallen for you."

Kayla sat in silence, then sighed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know if you would feel the same way about me."

Dean opened the car door and exited the vehicle. He shut the door gently, then walked the cement pathway to his apartment. Kayla waited until he was inside his apartment before starting the car again and driving away.