continued to shake her head, not understanding. Marceline’s face fell in realization, her shoulders slumping.
“You … don’t tell me you’ve never been on a Ferris wheel.”
Song gave a sheepish shrug. Marceline scoffed, her hand waving off her nonchalant expression.
“No – yes , big deal. It’s a fucking – You’ve never been on a Ferris wheel ?” she asked again in disbelief.
Another shrug.
“No … No, no. Nope . This is not going to work. You’ve never … You at least know what an amusement park is , right? Please say yes.”
Song, now slightly embarrassed, shook her head again, this time slower, more cautious. Noticing the change, Marceline quickly redirected her taunting.
“You … But we live like twenty minute away from …” she gave a heavy sigh, gripping her hair line and looking over at the clock again. They had plenty of time. “Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do.”
8
Staring at the Ferris wheel with wide eyes, Song stood at a safe distance away from the conductor that was beckoning for them to come forward to be strapped into the seat. Marceline waved her hand at Song, gesturing for her to come closer, but Song shook her head, looking at Marceline like she had lost her mind.
Marceline had decided to hop on a bus to the nearest amusement park and give Song her first experience. And Song seemed excited enough – until they got there. She’d looked around at all the other activities with eagerness, but once they’d gotten to the thirty-seven year old Ferris wheel, her enthusiasm was nowhere to be found. But Marceline wasn’t leaving until Song took at least one ride.
“Song,” Marceline laughed, stepping over towards her and letting the people waiting behind them take their seats. “Come on. I promise we’re not going to die.”
Song’s eyes snapped from the Ferries wheel up into Marceline’s with somewhat of a glare. Marceline snickered, bending forward a bit to stifle her laughter.
“It’s fun! I swear it is. Come on. Please? I’m right here.”
Song frowned, eyes shifting back in worry to the towering wheel of possible death. She gnawed at her lower lip, weighing her options. Marceline gave a reassuring smile when her eyes met hers again, and Song sighed in defeat. She couldn’t say no to that face.
“Yes? Okay?” Marceline asked in excitement.
Song gave a solemn nod, looking back up towards the contraption as Marceline tugged her along. Having been signaled to their readiness, the conductor waved off the next pair of people, opening the door to the cart and allowing them to step inside.
Following being buckled in, Song’s hand clung to Marceline’s as the wheel spun one section to allow the next group of people to board. The cart shook, making Song gasp repeatedly, her grip on Marceline’s hand becoming vice as the cart rocked. Marceline gave a nervous laugh as she tried to pry her hand from Song’s feeling the sting of her surprisingly strong grip. But when Marceline looked up to see Song’s eyes watering, she stopped, alarmed.
“Hey … Hey,” she couldn’t help but giggle as she reached over to hold onto Song’s thigh. “It’s okay. I promise. What is it? You don’t like heights?”
Song gave a nod of her head, just having the opportunity to have the realization that she didn’t. Her eyes nervously glanced around the cart, continuously looking down before jolting back up. Her grip on Marceline’s hand began to tremble as the cart swayed again in its upwards movement. She flinched, and Marceline moved closer to her, not wanting her to, in a worse-case scenario, fall out of the cart.
“Hey, hey . Song. Look at me. H – Look at me,” Marceline demanded, getting Song’s jumbled attention. “You’re okay … Have I ever let anything happen to you?”
Song gave a tense shake of her head as Marceline gave a comforting smile.
“Right? So I’m not going to start now. Breathe.
“You … don’t tell me you’ve never been on a Ferris wheel.”
Song gave a sheepish shrug. Marceline scoffed, her hand waving off her nonchalant expression.
“No – yes , big deal. It’s a fucking – You’ve never been on a Ferris wheel ?” she asked again in disbelief.
Another shrug.
“No … No, no. Nope . This is not going to work. You’ve never … You at least know what an amusement park is , right? Please say yes.”
Song, now slightly embarrassed, shook her head again, this time slower, more cautious. Noticing the change, Marceline quickly redirected her taunting.
“You … But we live like twenty minute away from …” she gave a heavy sigh, gripping her hair line and looking over at the clock again. They had plenty of time. “Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do.”
8
Staring at the Ferris wheel with wide eyes, Song stood at a safe distance away from the conductor that was beckoning for them to come forward to be strapped into the seat. Marceline waved her hand at Song, gesturing for her to come closer, but Song shook her head, looking at Marceline like she had lost her mind.
Marceline had decided to hop on a bus to the nearest amusement park and give Song her first experience. And Song seemed excited enough – until they got there. She’d looked around at all the other activities with eagerness, but once they’d gotten to the thirty-seven year old Ferris wheel, her enthusiasm was nowhere to be found. But Marceline wasn’t leaving until Song took at least one ride.
“Song,” Marceline laughed, stepping over towards her and letting the people waiting behind them take their seats. “Come on. I promise we’re not going to die.”
Song’s eyes snapped from the Ferries wheel up into Marceline’s with somewhat of a glare. Marceline snickered, bending forward a bit to stifle her laughter.
“It’s fun! I swear it is. Come on. Please? I’m right here.”
Song frowned, eyes shifting back in worry to the towering wheel of possible death. She gnawed at her lower lip, weighing her options. Marceline gave a reassuring smile when her eyes met hers again, and Song sighed in defeat. She couldn’t say no to that face.
“Yes? Okay?” Marceline asked in excitement.
Song gave a solemn nod, looking back up towards the contraption as Marceline tugged her along. Having been signaled to their readiness, the conductor waved off the next pair of people, opening the door to the cart and allowing them to step inside.
Following being buckled in, Song’s hand clung to Marceline’s as the wheel spun one section to allow the next group of people to board. The cart shook, making Song gasp repeatedly, her grip on Marceline’s hand becoming vice as the cart rocked. Marceline gave a nervous laugh as she tried to pry her hand from Song’s feeling the sting of her surprisingly strong grip. But when Marceline looked up to see Song’s eyes watering, she stopped, alarmed.
“Hey … Hey,” she couldn’t help but giggle as she reached over to hold onto Song’s thigh. “It’s okay. I promise. What is it? You don’t like heights?”
Song gave a nod of her head, just having the opportunity to have the realization that she didn’t. Her eyes nervously glanced around the cart, continuously looking down before jolting back up. Her grip on Marceline’s hand began to tremble as the cart swayed again in its upwards movement. She flinched, and Marceline moved closer to her, not wanting her to, in a worse-case scenario, fall out of the cart.
“Hey, hey . Song. Look at me. H – Look at me,” Marceline demanded, getting Song’s jumbled attention. “You’re okay … Have I ever let anything happen to you?”
Song gave a tense shake of her head as Marceline gave a comforting smile.
“Right? So I’m not going to start now. Breathe.
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