I slip on my black dress with cherries on it and put my red sneakers on, making sure to tie them. I brush my long strawberry blonde hair then brush my teeth. I run downstairs and see my mom and dad in the kitchen.
“Is Dylan here yet?” I ask.
“No.” Mom says. “Lara will be here shortly to pick you up. Have some breakfast first.”
“Okay.” I sit down at the table and dad puts a stack of pancakes in front of me. I grab two and drown them in syrup. “Can I please have chocolate milk?”
“Of course.” Dad smiles. He gives me my drink and we eat breakfast together. A knock on the door makes me hop down from my chair and run to the front door. I open it up and Dylan stands there out on my porch, smiling at me.
“Morning Kitty.” He smiles.
“Dylan.” I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. “I told you to stop calling me that. I’m too old for a nickname.”
He laughs at me and his dark brown eyes twinkle.
“You’re ten Kitty. I’m the one that’s old, not you.”
“You’re only a year older than me Dylan.” I roll my eyes at him and he laughs again.
“Hi Dylan.” My mom says from behind me.
“Hi Chelsea, my mom’s in the car if you want to say hi.”
“No that’s alright hon.” Mom smiles. “You two have fun today. Don’t load up on too many sweets Katie.”
“I won’t.” I tell her. She kisses me on the cheek and then I go to the car with Dylan. We get into the backseat and Lara turns in her seat to smile at me.
“Hi Katie, you ready for the carnival?” She asks.
“Yes.” I smile.
“Buckle up you two.” She says, turning back around in her seat. Dylan and I buckle up and then we head to the carnival.
“Which ride do you two want to go on first?” Lara asks us.
“The rollercoaster!” Dylan shouts.
“I don’t want to ride that one.” I tell him. “It looks too scary.”
“Come on Kitty, it’ll be fun.” Dylan says, nudging my shoulder.
“Yes!” He shouts in victory. “Mom you coming?”
“Oh no. You two can ride that one but I don’t do rollercoasters.” She buys us the tickets for the ride, and we wait in line for our turn. “I’ll be right by the popcorn stand when your turn is done. Meet me there.”
“Okay mom.” Dylan says. She walks away from us and as we get closer to the ride my hands begin to sweat and my heart beats faster.
“I changed my mind, Dylan. I don’t want to do this.”
“It’ll be fun. I promise.”
“I don’t know. I’m scared.”
“Don’t be a baby about it Kitty.”
“I’m not.” I argue.
“It’s our turn now, so come on.”
“I thought you said you’re not a baby.”
“Fine.” I huff, climbing into the rollercoaster. I sit down and Dylan sits next to me. The bar comes down and rests heavy against my stomach. The ride starts and we go up the track. Up and up, we go, and my nerves begin to calm. This isn’t so bad. We stop at the top and my eyes widen as I see the drop we are about to take. I scream as the rollercoaster shoots down the track and tears prick my eyes. I grip onto the bar until my knuckles are white and I shut my eyes. The ride stops and I quickly get off of it, running away from Dylan.
“Kitty!” Dylan shouts, running after me. I run behind one of the game’s tents and sit down on the grass. I put my face in my hands and cry.
“Kitty.” Dylan says, sounding out of breath. “You can’t just run off like that. Wait, why are you crying?”
I feel him sit down in front of me and he grabs my wrists, gently pulling my hands away from my face.
“What’s wrong Kitty?” He asks me.
“I didn’t want to go on that ride Dylan. It scared me and you made me do it. I didn’t like it at all.”
“I’m sorry Kitty.” He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“I know.” I sniffle. “I’m just kind of mad at you.”
“Want me to get you ice cream?” He asks, causing me to laugh.
“Okay.” I nod.
“We have to go to my mom first though, so she doesn’t get worried about us.” He tells me. He stands up and reaches his hand out to me, helping me get up off of the grass. I brush my dress and wipe my eyes. Dylan holds my hand as we walk through the crowd, looking for his mom. We find her at the popcorn stand, right where she said she’d be. She smiles when she sees us then lightly frowns.
“Everything okay sweetie?” She asks me.
“Yes.” I tell her.
“I’m buying Kitty some ice cream.” Dylan says.
“Oh?” His mom asks. “Did you do something to upset her?”
“No.” I quickly say, not wanting Dylan to get into trouble. “I’m just hungry.”
“Well.” Lara laughs. “We can get ice cream after lunch but first let’s play some games.”
“Okay.” I smile. We spend the rest of the day playing games and eating salty foods and sweet treats. By the time Lara and Dylan bring me home my belly is full, and my eyes are tired.
“Thank you for bringing me with you today Lara.” I say.
“You’re welcome sweetie. I hope you had a good time.”
“Good. Dylan, walk Katie to her front door.” Lara says.
“Okay.” We slide out of the car and Dylan walks me to my door.
“I’m sorry I made you cry today.” He apologizes again.
“It’s okay Dylan. I know you didn’t mean to. You were just excited to go on the roller-coaster. I’m not mad at you.”
“Good.” Dylan smiles. “I don’t like when you’re mad at me.”
My front door opens, and my dad stands in front of us.
“Come on Katie, it’s time for you to come inside.” He says.
“Okay dad. Goodnight Dylan.” I say, stepping into my house.
“Good night Kitty.”