The day was hot and the sun was just as radiant and as brilliant as ever. There wasn't a single cloud in the crystal clear blue sky.

Except, there was.

It was an awful gloomy day, to be totally honest. The clouds hung over the festival in a dreary fashion, and I mean, it was hot but not that hot.

"Jesus Christ, why couldn't we come later? Y'know when it's not so humid." The two-toned male complained as he exited the car. Public outings were usually something he never turned down, because of course they were chances to profusely flirt with local girls. However, he didn't really like approaching said girls drenched in a layer of sweat with his hair turning into a curly and frizzy mess.

"Jean, it's 71 degrees outside. Quit complaining." Marco waved him off as he locked the doors to his SUV. "Besides, summer break is almost over and we have band camp soon, so you might as well start saying your goodbyes to your free time."

To this, Jean groaned at the truth of his best friend's words.

'Man, he's right. Alright Jean, let's do this. You look good today, there's no way the ladies could turn you down.' He thought to himself as both of them turned to watch the two girls walk around the car.

"Oh my god!" Cathleen exclaimed as she pointed at the large, circular ride in the distance. "It's back! We have to ride it, Paige!"

Paige groaned and straightened her shirt out. "Do you want me to vomit on you?"

Jean rolled his eyes as the four began to walk in a pack. "Quit being a chicken. I'll ride with you, freckles." A smirk formed on his lips as he ran a hand through his hair.

Jean was notorious for making his friend suffer immensely. Friendly festivals and fun rides could quickly turn into nightmares you'd be shaking off for months and putting up with Jean's jabs and insults.

'Thanks, but I'll pass." Cathleen made a face as she replied, "And don't call me freckles. That's Marco's nickname."

"Whatever, guys, stop arguing. It's a fun day, right?" Marco turned to them with an absolutely disarming grin while he held his arms to his sides. "Don't you guys just love the atmosphere? It smells just like a fair."

"Marco, your optimism is making me queasy." Paige teased with a snicker and fixes the purse across her shoulder.

"Yeah. And this atmosphere you're talking about is giving me a headache. Gah. Do these people think before they sign up to sing?" Jean made a point to cover his ears as they passed the poorly set up stage.

Paige's eyes widened as she pulled at Jean's arms. "Jean, stop people are staring!" she hissed and continued to tug on his arms as a sly smirk formed on Jean's face. He then tightened the muscles in his arms and looked down at the girl. "I knew you couldn't stay away from these babies."

Paige began to scowl and threw a hand against the back of his head. "Shut the fuck up."

"Ow! What was that for?!"

"Being an asshole."

"I didn't even do anything!"

"Oh brother.." Marco groaned to himself as Cathleen giggled at the two of them.

Maybe this was a bad idea..