I DON'T WANT GOOD AND I DON'T WANT GOOD ENOUGH,
I WANT CAN'T SLEEP, CAN'T BREATHE WITHOUT YOUR LOVE.
ℒet The Games Begin ➡ Puckerbray

coach-puckerman:

Sighing dramatically, Puck nudged her shoulder, “You’re not gonna help me out, huh? I asked because I wanted you to pick.” He was just giving her a hard time. If she didn’t want to make any decisions, then he would pick up the slack. Glancing at the ticket booth, he touched her arm and said, “Be right back.” She seemed pretty excited, so he wanted to show her a good time. That included getting armbands for the both of them. After paying the old man at the booth, he returned with two armbands. “Now,” he started, placing his own around his wrist, “We can ride whatever we want. It’s my treat.” Flashing her a quick smile, he turned her wrist over, helping her put the band on. 

"I’m all about compromising. I don’t want to be the only one around here calling the shots, being a complete bossy pants." Charlie slipped her hands into her pocket, momentarily distracted by a nearby scene. Her face contorted as she watched a small boy try desperately to win himself a prize. She’d been so engrossed in the repeated attempts that she almost didn’t hear Puck excuse himself. "Okay." She mused softly, watching him disappear into the crowd. Charlie wasn’t alone for very long, thankfully. In the meantime she’d scoped out a few rides. She flashed the occasional familiar face a friendly smile but she was overall relieved to note his quick return and he’d come bearing gifts. Her lips parted to speak but no words came out, she didn’t expect him to pay for her entrance. "You didn’t have to. I brought money but thank you. Ever the gentleman, so charming." Her smile was almost bashful. This time she didn’t have to think twice about what ride she wanted to go on first. "I think we should try that one." She pointed towards the attraction labeled ‘Wipeout’.

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