"Trust me," Ryan whispered softly, turning his head and moving closer to Juliettee, "I didn't forget." And just like that, lips met lips once again. His arm slid down her back and brought her closer to him. His other hand rested on her knee. The most stereotypical makeout scenario. A ferris wheel, under a bright moon, stars, and several dozen feet above the ground.

Waiola frowned. Normally, she'd fight her on this, but this was Ariana they were talking about. And she just lost the love of her life and with Waiola being as blown up as she was right now...

"Fine." Waiola replied, sitting back down at the table. "I'll stay, but you [i]will [/i]call me." Waiola basically ordered. She'd just be in the way, and in a delicate situation like this, it was better that a pregnant lady wasn't in the middle of it.