A/N Hey guys, wow it's been a while since I updated any AU one shots for any of you, and I just had this sudden urge to write one right now. It's really short, and it's the first modern AU of Robb and Everra, but I hope you all enjoy it. If you have any ideas you want me to write, feel free to tell me! Thanks for everything! It's also pretty fluffy and cute too, which is a nice change for this couple, gotta say! Hope you enjoy!

Everra can feel her heart begin to beat rapidly in her chest as she stares at the structure looming above her. She gulps softly, hoping that no one saw as she tilted her head up to get the full view of the structure. Fuck, she thinks, wiping her sweaty palms on her jean shorts as fear begins to thrum through her veins.

She can hear the distant sounds of children screaming and shrieking with joy; the screams of those on top of the rollercoasters. Heck, Everra could see a 7 year old in the line for the rollercoaster she was currently gaping at in horror.

That's right, Everra was scared of a fucking rollercoaster.

She shook her head discretely, and tried to calm herself down, her green eyes plastered on the ground as she tucked a strand of her wild black hair behind her ear (Everra had stubbornly refused to tie her hair back for the other rides, and now her usually tame black waves had grown crazy). You can do this, she thinks, linking her hands together as she attempts to retrieve her usual impassive expression. You can fucking do this.

She doesn't even notice Robb returning to her side from the washroom until he comments, "It'll be great huh?" Everra jumps at his words and nods, her nervousness rendering her incapable of words.

"Ev, you okay?" Robb asks, staring at her, his blue eyes shining brightly under the hot sun.

"Fucking fantastic," she murmurs, and she glares at a mother who stares at her in disgust, covering the ears of her young daughter as they hurried away.

She looks back at Robb for a moment, and she surprises the both of them when she buries her face into his chest, her hands gripping onto the hem of his white t-shirt. "Hey," Robb says loudly, surprised, "What's wrong babe?"

Everra pulls back just far enough for her to send him a dark look, "I thought we agreed that we would never call each other that." Robb laughs lightly and Everra buries her head back in his chest as the fear overcomes her once again as she catches sight of the massive drop out of the corner of her eyes.

He grasps a hold of shoulder and manages to manoeuvre her away from his chest, so that he can stare at her in the face. His eyes are filled with affection and light concern as he stares at her playfully, a smile playing on his lips.

"What's wrong? Aren't you having fun? Because don't act as if I didn't catch you smiling on the Cyclone—"

"My lips twitching is not me smiling, Robb."

"It is if they're twitching upwards," he retorts, making Everra scowl at him.

He glances at the fucking monstrous device that Everra will surely meet her death on and an expression of both surprise and understanding dawns on his face. "Everra," he says quietly, a devious smile appearing on his lips, "Are you scared of the rollercoaster?"

Everra fidgets under his gaze, and refuses to look at him, her eyes placed firmly down on her black, beat up all-stars. "No," she mumbles petulantly, glaring at the seven year old girl in the line. "You are!" he exclaims, laughter and surprise in his voice. Everra shoots him a withering stare that would usually have people shaking with fear but does nothing to slow his laughter this time around, and she folds her arms in her front of her chest waiting for him to finish.

"You know I could always just leave," she threatens, as he wipes away a fake tear from the corner of his eye.

"I drove here scaredy-cat," Robb taunts, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Everra resists the punch him in the shoulder.

"Wouldn't stop me," she retorts, looking in the other direction.

He presses a kiss to her cheek and then one to her neck, but Everra can still feel him smiling against her skin.

"We don't have to go if you don't want to," he finally murmurs against her shoulder, his auburn curls lighter in the sunlight. Everra can feel her lips twitch at his words and shakes her head, staring up at the bright blue rollercoaster.

"No," she says finally, shaking her head as she links their hands together, tugging him towards the long line that led to her inevitable doom, "I am not going to ever live it down if I don't go on it. I must be the only seventeen year old in Ontario who hasn't."

"True," Robb points out teasingly.

Everra really does punch him in the shoulder this time.

The end.