Nothing says summer like roller coasters, ferris wheels, water slides, and hordes of 12-year-olds making out and groping one another. And I don’t mean regular making out–I mean an experimental lick-fest. But what is it about tween love that’s just so gnar-gnar? Is it their child flesh on the verge of rotting into adulthood? Or the chub-acne faces? Perhaps it’s just their really awesome personalities. I think a tween love make-out and rub-down is twice as disturbing as 2 Girls, 1 Cup. Don’t believe me? Well, a recent trip to Six Flags provided me with more than enough evidence to make my point.

Portrait One: Protector Of The Twomb

Portrait Two: Intimate Scratching

Portrait Three: The Humpasaurus

Portrait Four: Why Are We Talking About Homework At Six Flags?

Portrait Five: The Photographer Is Busted

Portrait Six: Nerd Love

Portrait Seven: Happy To Touch Hands

Portrait Eight: Staring Is Caring

Portrait Nine: Twangsters