[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=http://youtu.be/jb76GeM660Y]Warakuma Amusement Park[/url]

	Teiji agreed with his suggestion, and the two headed to the ferris wheel, which was situated near the back of the amusement park. Luckily, the line for it wasn’t too awful, yet it still seemed like it would take a while to get on. Sato turned to pan the area; there were an uncountable number of stalls and rides around them. The smells of food being cooked and the sounds of metal moving filled the air, and eventually Sato left the line to explore a bit, leaving Teiji there alone to save their spot in line, making a line straight towards the food stall with the shortest line.

	As he waited in yet another line, Sato observed the area again. It wasn’t until after he got bored looking at more crowds of people did he look back at the ferris wheel line. Teiji was almost at the front, meaning Sato wouldn’t have any time to get anything before getting on the wheel. But, more importantly, Sato noticed someone he knew. His phone vibrated once as he watched Ryouta, who was standing near the end of the line, slip his phone back into his pocket. Sato muttered a curse under his breath, not even bothering to check what the text actually was.

	Sato skidded to a stop as he handed in his ticket to the ferris wheel booth, right behind Teiji. Just as he was about to get on the ride, he felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him to face the owner of it. “Hey, [i]buddy.[/i]” Ryouta paid for his admission quickly, dragging Sato onto a bench of the ferris wheel. As soon as he released his grip, Sato scooted away from him. The teen wore a plain white shirt stained with black and a pair of old jeans.

	“So,” Sato started, biting his lip. He looked over at Ryouta, who met his glance with a glare of disdain. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were at the amusement park.”

	Ryouta nodded as he started to lean back. “This’s some nice [i]chores[/i] you’re doin’. I would [i]kill[/i] to get to do [i]this[/i] for my parents.” He said it without breaking his stare. Sato furrowed his brow in attempt to try to come up with some excuse to use for lying to him, but with nothing coming to mind Sato decided it’d be best to come clean.

	“Okay, Ryouta, I lied about being busy. I’m sorry.” Ryouta let out a sigh and folded his arms over his chest. It was obvious he didn’t appreciate Sato betraying him, but if he was pissed off over it, he didn’t show it.

	Sato stared at the view of Warakuma as they neared the top of the ferris wheel. The country stretched for miles around them, and yet Sato was stuck with the last person he had wanted to meet that day on bench moving through the sky. The tense silence around them almost fit the sights. It wasn’t until a few minutes of silence that Ryouta threw his arm around Sato’s neck and pulled him next to him, awkwardly keeping Sato from wriggling away from his hold. “Y’know, Hashimoto. You’re never going to make friends if you keep brushing ‘em off.” Sato quickly broke free, wiping away a few streaks of Ryouta’s sweat that rubbed off on him. It always bothered him how Ryouta rarely changed clothes after sweating his ass off in his father’s smith. But no amount of disgust Sato felt at the moment could make him ignore what Ryouta had said. Deep down he felt like those words were right, but his brain told him otherwise, that it wasn’t his fault he’s too busy to hang out whenever.

	The two tried to wait out the rest of the revolutions of the wheel in an unspoken vow of silence. It wasn’t until Sato’s phone started repetitively vibrating did Ryouta look over at him again. Sato briefly wondered if he was even supposed to have his cellphone on him when they got on the ferris wheel, but he quickly ignored the thought as he answered the call. 

“Sato. Are you doing anything right now?” Sato instantly recognized the voice as Akiko. Ryouta had leaned in close in attempt to catch what she said, eyes widening when he figured out who it was. He shifted back to his own space and smirked mischievously at Sato. While he knew what Ryouta was thinking, Sato disregarding him and looked ahead as if he was looking straight at the actual Akiko.

“No, I’m not, Akiko.” Sato winced when he heard his own voice, which was higher and quicker than usual. “Why? Did you want to do something?” While Ryouta couldn’t hear what Akiko said, his smirk only grew more shit-eating.

Something that sounded like Akiko had dropped her phone or something happened before she replied to Sato. “Meet me at the food court in the Warakuma Shopping Centre, in about an hour please.” She hung up without a good-bye again. Since he already had his phone out, Sato checked the text Ryouta had sent him earlier, which ended up being just some emoticon Sato didn’t understand. He slipped his phone into his pocket and faced Ryouta again. Ryouta squinted at him in a way that told him to spill the beans to him.

Sato felt his face burn a bit as he realized what she had just asked of him. It was practically a date. Going to the mall to have lunch together. Ryouta giggled to himself as he witnessed Sato blush about a girl. “If you need to know,” Sato had to look away from Ryouta, who was full-out laughing at that point, to continue. “I’m going to the mall with Akiko.” As Sato got more visibly embarrassed about the thought, the harder Ryouta laughed. He probably would have been a bit offended by Ryouta laughing at him if it wasn’t for that Sato knew he was overreacting way too much over it.

When their seat had slowed to a halt near the ground, Sato stumbled off, quickly followed by Ryouta, who slapped a hand on Sato’s shoulder. Ryouta [i]congratulated[/i] him before walking off with a smile on his lips. Sato shoved his hands in his pockets as he waited for Teiji to get off the ferris wheel.