Candy Apples- Rydon

"What am I supposta do with this?!"
"…Eat it!"
"Eat it?!"
"Why not!"
"…okay."
Oh, the county fair. What a wonderful place. I found myself holding a small carnival goldfish in a thin plastic bag, unsure if swallowing the poor thing would prove useful.
"Spencer, don't encourage him!" I heard a smooth voice sigh from behind me. I turned to see Ryan Ross come up to me and Spencer Smith. Ryan grabbed the small aquatic animal and handed me a candy apple to hold instead. His eyes looked over the fish , then after a moment he said, "His name is cupcake. He has a wife and babies on the way. He handed me the fish back, " Think of how they would feel if he never came home to them?"
I looked at the fish with wide eyes and started to mumble, "I am so sorry Cupcake! I would never have thought about eating you if I had known you had a wife!!"
Spencer groaned and rolled his eyes and I looked at the fish swim around its bag, now upset I had thought about eating him alive.
"Nice job Ryan. Now my only entertainment isn't going to eat the fish!!", Spencer laughed as I bit into Ryan's caddy apple.
The older boy shrugged and grabbed the candy apple right out of my hand in mid-bite. "So? We are at the county fair. I think we can find a alternate form of entertainment."
Spencer's blue eyes left our group and trailed to the girl crying outside a group of un-phased laughing friends.  It was her. The girl he had liked for months now. He quickly muttered a excuses and ran over to her. I smiled as she looked up and his outstretch arms and collapsed into his grasp.
"Lucky…" I heard Ryan mumble before taking another bite of the red candy apple in his hand. No matter how much Ryan denied it, he was as much as a hopeless romantic as I was. Only difference was I was hopelessly in love with Ryan…and Ryan…well there was a theory that if you cut his chest open you would find a angry pit-bull fighting with a old, crabby leprechaun on a huge ice rink.
After a few minutes standing in a rather awkward silence (Well…as silent as a fair can me) I was feed up with it.
"We are going to have fun now!" I yelled as I grabbed his empty hand and pulled him along.
His started state was rather funny as he stuttered, "Brendon! Where are you taking me you crazy!!"
I stopped and turned to him. "What do you want to go on first?!"
"…nothing."
"Come on Ryry! One ride!"
"Brendy, not now! …I … Um…I just ate!"
"We won't go on a spiny one then!" I exclaimed with a smile. I saw him smile just a little bit to. Then I noticed his gaze trail behind me. Light from the colorful eccentric park seemed to flash in his eyes, dancing like a small fairy. I slowly followed his glance and there was the fairest wheel.  
With a evil smile I said, "We're going on the wheel Ryan!"
I pulled him along and he struggled and tried to tell me different, but I refused to listen to him.
"The worker looked at the two of us strangling as she let us get into one of the carts (baskets…seats…) Ryan grumbled to himself, obviously flustered, as I displayed a stupid grin.
"Couples and Parents with kids go on this ride Brendon…" Ryan finally said when the wheel stopped at the top.
I nudged Ryan playfully and said with a fake smile, "We are a couple of friends!"
Ryan looked down at his lap while he played with those long fingers of his. That meant he was thinking, or was very pissed. As he opened his mouth to talk, I hoped to god he was thinking.
"Do you think that me and you…we could be…well…I don't know. This might sound stupid but um…" Ryan struggled with the words that flowed from his mouth, which was strange, because Ryan's mouth was like the fountain of youth. It always had something beautiful to say and worked with words like a potter does clay, molding them to perfection.
My fish swam around in its bag elegantly as Ryan took hold of my hands in his. I felt shock run though me as our eyes met.
"I can't think of a way to say this without sounding stupid…so I'll just…show you", he whispered
With that he tilted his head towards mine closing his eyes. I closed mine to hoping that this wasn't a sick dream. Parted lips found mine and my mind exploded. Over to soon I found Ryan terrified of what he had just done.
With honest eyes, I let my hand slip under Ryan's chin, making him look me in the face again and whispered back to him, "I don't know who to reply to that…but I wasn't the one that was good with words…so, I guess I'll have to show you."
I kissed Ryan reassuringly. I could feel his lips curl into a smile as I did. Somehow his tongue made it's way into my mouth. He tasted like candy apples and coke-a-cola. He pushed himself on top of me, crawling closer with ever panted breath. I could feel the basket…seat…chair…WHATEVER moving.
"You two on the top! Stop rocking the seat!" I heard the worker yell as Ryan moved down my neck in wet kisses.
With that Ryan noticed what he was doing, and snapped back into character. He sat up straight and looked at me with flickering eyes.  "Brendon…I think I…love you?"
The lady let us off the ride and she glared at us the whole time we walked away. With a smiled I kissed Ryan, looking straight at the lady working the wheel. She gasped and screeched as we walked away holding hands.
"…Brendon…I just have to say one last thing before we go any farther in this."
"Yes Ryro!" I cooed.
He glared with a smile and said, "How dare you steal my line!"
With a smiled I kissed him one last time and replied, "Love you to Ryan…I love you too."