#same dylan

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“You can hold onto me if you’re scared, you know?”

 Dylan checked Ian’s face every few seconds as they waited,just to if he’d get just an ounce- justa smidge of emotion out of him, out of what was coming, out of what was soon tobe.

Nothing. Ian couldbe a brick wall at times, and he could be a damn good one.

At one point, Dylan glanced up at the tall boy, and Ian wasglancing back at him. Turning his head away like a lovestruck fool, he coveredhis mouth, and hoped by some miracle that somehow, Ian hadn’t seen him looking.He was pretty sure they had looked directly at each other though. Maybe??Maybe????

“What?” Ian laughed a bit. “Was there something on my face?You’ve been giving me the side eye since we got here.”

“No I haven’t.” Dylan lied for like, absolutely no reason atall. His face was hot from embarrassment now. Clearly, he was overthinkingeverything, but if he couldn’t stop his brain from doing a million otherthings, he definitely couldn’t stop his brain from overthinking.

“Alright, if you say so, but if we get down from here and Igot a big spinach leaf stuck between my teeth or something, the blames on you.”

“Uhm, no the heck it woudn’t be.” Dylan looked back at him,smiling just a bit.

“We’ll see we’ll see.” Ian looked around, and quick as hissmile had come, it was gone, the people in front of them drawing his ire. “Comeon, I could grow my own spinach in the time it takes us to get up here.”

“Well, we wouldn’t starve to death, that’s good, right?”Dylan asked. He peeked up at Ian again, and watched him struggle to keep hissour mood with the joke he’d been presented. “Hey, if we don’t share thespinach, the line will get shorter for sure.”

“I don’t plan on waiting that long, definitely. They cangrow their own spinach, I’d leave. I definitely don’t want this that badly.”

“Uhhh…” Dylan fiddled a bit. “Maybe we don’t have to wait!Maybe we can, uh… just leave.”

That definitely got a raised eyebrow out of Ian. “You don’twant to??? I thought—“

“Uhhhhhhhh…” The line was moving oh n o o h n o. He clungtightly onto Ian as they moved closer.

“Dylan…?” Ian said, a warning in his voice. “Are you…afraid??”

“No?!” Dylan blurted. Definitely, high key, sort of fearingfor his life.

Ian chuckled “Well, I mean, You could always hold onto me ifyou’re scared. Kinda like now.”

“I am not!!” Dylan clutched tighter, definitely proving hiscase.

“I’m kidding.” They were right before the entrance, theattendant holding the gate open. Looks like they were just enough seats toinvolve them this time around. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,you know that, right? I’d never make you do this, I’m not a jerk.” Ian grinnedat him, ruffling Dylan’s hair.

The youngest boy pouted. “But I said I’d do this one foryou, so lets just… do it before I chicken out.”

They both got seated, and clicked into place. Dylan wastaking rapid breaths, trying to calm himself, and he kept looking around likehe’d find the answer to all of his problems if he tried hard enough, but…

Ian grinned at him, reaching over to momentarily take hishand. “It’ll be fine.”

“Ian, I love you, but you can’t say that with a seriousface.” Dylan said flatly.

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Not that there was much time to look at Ian while contemplatingthe 8000 ways he could possibly die, but he clearly clearly heard Ian screaming along side him, and somehow that wasthe most comforting thing that could have happened short of just not fuckingriding the damn roller coaster, but it was done. All of his hair was blown tothe left, and he felt like the world was still spinning, but looking over atIan, who looked approximately twice as bad off and 3 times as dizzy, all Dylancould do was laugh.

“What, did you enjoy it?” Ian asked, catching his breath.

“Hell no!!!!” Dylan said, amidst another giggle fit. “Butnow they can’t say I never did it, so, I’m glad I did it.”

Ian snorted as they were released from their captive chairs,but immediately grabbed for Dylan as he watched the boy take two steps andstumble. “Woah now-“

“Uh… now that I’ve at least done it once, please--- pleasetalk me out of it if I ever have the dumb idea of doing it again—“ Dylan saidwarily, getting back to his feet with his boyfriends help.

dylan: if i agreed to suck ur dick