"Joey, come on," Steven groaned as he watched you, excitedly charging towards the stand that served cotton candy. "Isn't she amazing?"

You, Steven, Joey, Joe, Tom, and Brad were all visiting a carnival for the day. The band needed to get away from their work for a few, and you came along. It was predicted that you would, though; you were Steven's girlfriend, and, ever since you two had gotten together, he had hauled you around everywhere. Not that you minded, though. Time with Aerosmith was a lot more fun than what you had anticipated, and your expectations had been high.

"You know," Joey mused, crossing his arms and smiling at his vocalist, "I feel like I won't be able to win however I answer."

Steven looked at Joey, an eyebrow arched. "What do you mean?"

"If I say yes, you'll beat the shit outta me for making moves on your girl. And if not, you'll also beat the shit outta me." He shrugged. "It's a lose-lose situation, man."

Steven nodded, looking away from Joey and back at you, digging through your wallet for some cash. "Yeah, that's true."

He turned back to Joey. "Completely disregarding the whole romantic part of it, come on. She's amazing. Isn't she?"

"My god, Steven," he laughed in response.

"You're pretty whipped, man," Joe remarked thoughtfully, grinning.

And it was true. Joe had not seen Steven act this way toward any other girl, ever. When you were around, you were all he cared about. All he paid attention to. And, when you weren't, you were all he talked about.

It was pretty annoying, honestly, and Tom made sure to point that fact out every time Steven got out of hand with his praise. But, Joe thought it was sweet. Even though you had Steven trapped in a constant state of la-la land that made him borderline unproductive, Joe had never seen the singer happier. And seeing him happy was nice.

And, just like the song that Steven had begun workshopping, all because of you, you made him crazy with that happiness. Obviously, the majority of the lyrics did not suit you at all, and that was because Steven didn't wanna get shit from Tom specifically if he catered the lyrics to you. Having the band sing about their friend would rub them the wrong way, and he knew it.

But that one line. That one line was so true, and was most definitely written for you:

Crazy, crazy for you baby.

"No shit!" Tom shrieked, playfully smacking Steven upside the head. "I never get a break from the (Y/N) talk! I get it, dude, she's an awesome chick, but get a grip!"

"You land a babe like her and see if you can get a grip," Steven responded back swiftly, giving Tom the finger.

There was a brief period of silence as the band watched you, standing awkwardly at the cotton candy stand as you waited for the heaping pile of sugar to be ready.

"Have you said it yet?" Brad suddenly asked Steven.

The singer stared blankly at the guitarist. "Said what?"

   "You know, 'I love you?'"

   Steven averted his eyes. The truth was, he hadn't. And the reason was bordering on pathetic: He was afraid you wouldn't say it back.

   Those concerns sounded stupid, though. You were just as encased in that la-la land state as Steven was. When you looked at him, your eyes turned glossy, and you were always finding some way to touch him. Holding his hand, kissing his cheek. . .whatever. And, it didn't take a scientist to realize those were affectionate gestures. And the core emotion that makes up affection is love.

   But, still, it didn't feel real that you would love him. He thought it wasn't possible. How could he, a perfectly average man, be loved by you, a goddess of beauty, inside and out?

Maybe you liked to take things slower than he did. Maybe you just hadn't felt that spark of love yet. Regardless, rejection was the last thing he wanted, so he swallowed down the words whenever they bordered on escaping.

"No," he answered quietly, still refusing to meet Brad's eyes. "I haven't."

"Why not? You obviously do!" Tom said with a smile, elbowing Steven playfully. "And she loves you, too. I can tell. So, what's the holdup?"

Steven looked at Tom and shrugged nonchalantly. "It just doesn't feel real that she would. And that rejection would fuckin' sting."

"What rejection?" Joe asked, raising an eyebrow. "Dude, there's no way you can be serious right now. She's even more whipped than you are."

"Doubtful," Joey chimed in with a teasing smile. "No one is more whipped than Steven."

Steven glared playfully at Joey, but didn't comment further.

After a brief pause, Joe cut in. "You gotta, man. You gotta say it."

"Today," Tom added, throwing an arm around Steven's shoulders. "It's a fucking carnival, man! What better time than today? Maybe you guys can go on the Ferris wheel. Maybe you can wait until you're at the top and then drop the bombshell."

Steven's first reaction was to scoff. He shoved Tom's arm off him and muttered, "Too cliche."

But, upon further thought, Steven realized that maybe cliche wasn't such a bad thing after all. He could so vividly picture the scene: The multicolored sky as the sun began to set, the way your (e/c) eyes would shine in the dying light, the smile you'd respond with when he told you. Well, what he hoped you would respond with.

As lame as it was, it was a truly romantic notion. And, the time simply felt right. Prior to Brad mentioning the forbidden "L" word, the thought hadn't even crossed Steven's mind. But, now that he had been made aware of what a good opportunity he had, he couldn't see himself telling you at any other time. Sure, he was still nervous that you would reject him, but he would have to make his feelings known sometime.

And, Tom was right. What better time than now?

"You know, what the hell?" Steven grinned, throwing his arms in the air dramatically. "I'm gonna say it!"

Joe, Joey, and Brad reacted with cheers and applause, while Tom smirked teasingly and remarked, "Congrats on leveling up from the pussy stage. Tell me how it goes."

"I will."

That's when you came bounding back to the band, cotton candy in hand. The expression of pure delight that was on your face made Steven grin, opening his arms for you.

"Cotton fucking candy!" you panted, having run quite a bit to reach them as you fell into Steven's embrace, hugging him tight. "No greater thing on Earth."

Steven chuckled, pressing a kiss to your hair. "Hey, what about me?"

"You're a close second," you replied, letting Steven go. You fiddled with the zip-tie that kept the bag closed, smiling wide. "So, I was looking around when I was waiting in line just now to see what we could do next, and I was thinking we could go on the haunted house! I really wanna see Tom shit his pants!"

Tom lurched backward as if he had been physically struck, hand coming to rest on his heart. "Why me?"

"'Cause you're the one who talks the most shit." You met everyone's eyes, saving Steven's for last. "So, what do you guys think?"

"Sounds fun, babe!" Steven responded cheerfully, and, at Brad's not-so-subtle glare, he added, "But, can I request that we do something else first?"

   "Yeah, sure! What's up?"

   Steven swallowed down his nerves, working to keep his facial expression devoid of worry. "The sun's about to set, and I thought it'd be pretty if we rode the Ferris wheel."

   You looked at the sun, just barely visible over the horizon, and smiled. How lame of an idea. But, how amazing of an idea as well. "Yeah. That sounds fun!"

   "I'm gonna pass on that," Tom said, shrugging. "Not in the mood for the Ferris wheel today." He desperately tried to meet Steven's eyes and make a not-so-subtle expression of excitement, but Steven wouldn't let him.

   "Yeah, me, too," Joe added. "I'm probably gonna get some food. I'm starving."

   "I'm hungry, too," said Joey.

   "Ditto," said Brad. He smiled at you, taking note of how upset you looked. He knew you wouldn't be that way for long. "We'll meet back up with you guys after for the haunted house, all right?"

   "All right," you answered glumly.

   As the band began to walk away, you suddenly shouted, "YOU GUYS ARE JUST PUSSIES WHO ARE AFRAID OF HEIGHTS!"

   "NO, WE'RE JUST BEING GOOD FRIENDS!" Tom yelled back, not even turning around to look at you.

   Confused, you turned to Steven. "What does that mean?"

   Steven suddenly felt the familiar urge to chase Tom down and slap him in the face. But, he restrained. Talk about making this awkward, though!

   "Who knows? Maybe he thinks he's giving us room to be gushy or something," he replied with a chuckle.

   "Maybe," you chuckled back, your innocent, beautiful face showing that you believed him.

   Oh, if only you were aware of how true Steven's statement truly was. But, you would be in due time.

   First, though, you and Steven had to wait in the line for the Ferris wheel.

   Steven grabbed your hand and pulled you to the line, and you waited for around ten minutes. He knew he had lucked out; normally, the wait for any Ferris wheel is around half an hour. Nobody could change his mind on the fact that the Ferris wheel is the most overrated carnival ride in history.

   Besides himself, that was. After all, he was the one queued up to ride it because of his belief that this ride, this very ride, was the place to tell you he loved you.

   Maybe it wasn't so overrated after all.

After those ten minutes ticked by, you and Steven sat down, side by side and facing each other, in the car of the Ferris wheel. The ride operator side-eyed the both of you, wordless, before sending you both skyward.

You couldn't help the smile of excitement that broke across your features, eyeing your surroundings with wonder. "Heights, huh?" you remarked fondly, resting a hand on Steven's knee with an even bigger smile.

While undetectable on the outside, Steven was beyond nervous. Terrified was more like it. He managed to keep his composure, though, as he choked out in reply, "Heights."

The Ferris Wheel took you both to the top and back to the bottom a few times, maintaining its signature slow, leisurely pace.

"You know," you said during the third time around, "I always thought Ferris Wheels would be fun if they went fast. Think about it! Like, it'd have a drop every five seconds! Talk about an adrenaline rush!"

Steven giggled at you, marveling at your beautiful (e/c) eyes. He loved how you had the most random thoughts, and that you were never afraid to verbalize them to him. "That sounds terrifying, babe."

"Oh, come on. Find your inner thrill-seeker! That sounds fun!"

By this time, the Ferris Wheel had stopped. And, just like he had wanted, both you and Steven were situated at the very top.

At the same time, you both looked away from each other and at the view laid out before you. Steven thanked the holy, merciful God above for this moment: it was perfect. It was as if His creations were all lined up in the exact way Steven had wanted, and all of it was for him and his quest to profess his love. The sky was streaked with reds, yellows, and purples, the summer air was rapidly cooling, and the lush greenery around the carnival was very prominent from this vantage point.

"Damn," you mumbled, in awe. "This is so pretty."

Steven looked at you cheekily, prepared to say a cliche, yet flattering response.

You cut him off, though, with a sly smile. You had been dating him for a while now, and you knew him well enough to predict that he would respond with the overused "but not as pretty as you" statement.

"Save it. I know," you said, half-joking. Joking in the cockiness regard, but not joking in the sense that your self-worth was at an all time high. And Steven was probably to blame, with all the compliments he fed you day in and day out.

"Good," he replied, nodding with satisfaction.

The two of you sat there in silence for a few moments, and then, Steven finally made his move to tell you. "Hey, can I tell you something?"

"Sure, babe."

He subconsciously began fiddling with his fingers, swallowing hard before beginning. "There's actually a reason I wanted to ride this with you. Aside from general ride enjoyment, anyway."

You tilted your head to the side slightly. "And why's that?"

"It's because I wanted a romantic spot to tell you something." He took a deep breath, and he grabbed your hands tightly. "And that something is that I love you. I love you so much. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and you make me crazy, babe. In a good way, though. I've never felt this way for anyone before."

When his profession was done, he released your hands. "And that's all," he finished with a shy smile.

You felt tears begin to prick your eyes. You had fantasized about him saying that he loved you so many times, and this exceeded even the wildest ones (one of which was that he said it while dressed up in a knight's armor while riding on a horse. You were dreaming at the time, but, the more you thought about it, the funnier it was, and the more you wanted it to actually happen). There was just so much heart behind his confession, and the way his brown eyes looked at you with so much sincerity was enough to make your heart skip a beat.

"I love you, too," you whispered, trying desperately not to cry. How lame would that be? "I love you so much, Steven Tyler."

Hearing you say those words felt like a weight being lifted off of his shoulders. His lips turned upwards into a breathtaking grin, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his lips to yours.

You kissed back, your hands tangling up in his hair. You deepened the kiss, a gesture of which he gladly reciprocated, rubbing circles on your hip with his thumb.

You pulled apart after not long enough. "You're a pussy for not telling me sooner," you joked.

"Hey, you could've told me, too." He playfully swatted at your arms, and your hands left his hair as you laughed.

"Touché," you replied, resting a hand on his knee again.

As he watched you, happily looking from him to the view as you drew shapes on his knee, the lyrics of his song kept coming into his mind:

Crazy, crazy for you baby.

That's so true, he thought, grabbing your free hand and holding it tight. So true. And I wouldn't have it any other way.