A local fair had come to Bandle City, causing happiness and joy to the city. All of the yordles were over at it currently, enjoying the rare and exotic food. Some were there to be with friends and family, but there was one yordle who wasn't having any fun at all.
A lonely yordle, he looked young but he was just a little short. He looked up at the fair from where he was sitting on the ground, some of his hair falling in front of his face. His light brown fur was moved away by his equally colored hand as he gazed around at all of the others having fun. There was a younger couple that walked past him, holding hands and sharing some kind of food; he couldn't tell. Sighing and looking back at the ground, the short yordle just kept being sad. The sounds of excitement and joy filled the air but did not affect him at all.
A group of older yordles were walking around the fair, it was not often when they got a break away from school so they were enjoying it. There were rides, some kind of magic show, even food that they had never seen before. It was going to be a fun filled time for the group, except for one. He was having fun, but he could have been having a better time. A small part of him felt a little guilty, leaving his younger friend to hang out with his older ones.
He tripped over something and fell to the ground, barely catching himself with his hands. His friends helped him up and he tried his best to get the dirt out of his black fur. His friends kept on walking as he stood there and before he knew it, he had lost them in the huge crowd. He sighed in defeat and walked over to the nearby tree, hopeful that climbing it would let him find them. Although, as he got closer, he recognized someone he knew next to the tree. His light brown fur on his head was all he could see, hiding his head in his arms and knees up to his chest. Was it the young friend?
He forgot about his friends and took a quietly took a seat next to the younger one, stealing glances at him every now and then. After a few minutes, the older yordle started talking. He talked about how the fair was a great place to have fun. About how it was a break away from school. And how it was fun to go on the rides and play the carnival games. But then he talked about how it wasn't fun, unless you were with friends.
While the older yordle was talking, the younger one just listened. At first, he almost jumped when the older one started talking, unaware that anyone was next to him. And as he kept on talking, all of that fear, all of that sadness slowly left him. The older one looked over and him and gave him a friendly smile, causing the younger one to blush a bit.
The older yordle got up and reached his hand out for the younger one, he was hesitant at first but slowly accepted it. And with that, they set out to have fun at the fair.
At first, they simply just walked in silence and didn't go on any rides. The younger one was still not sure what to do or say, having his friend that had abandoned him back in his life. But slowly he opened up and was more of himself. They rode on rides, played some of the games, ate some of the exotic food, and even talked a bit. They had mostly stayed in silence, none of them sure what to say to the other, but as the night slowly started coming to a close they only had time for one more ride.
The younger one was now pulling the older one around the park, trying to find that one ride that would be great to end the night on, and there it was. The ferris wheel was what caught his eye. He looked back to the older one and pointed at it, running off ahead to get in line for it. The older yordle just chuckled to himself and followed after his friend.
They were last in line before they stopped accepting more people, and it only took a minute for them to fill up all of the baskets. They got in and sat across from each other, and slowly the wheel started to turn. The younger yordle got up from his seat and looked across the land as they got higher and higher, looking off into the distance and getting lost in thought. Meanwhile, the older one just watched his friend, smiling to himself at the cute, little yordle in front of him.
When they got to the very top, the ride stopped, they heard yelling from down below; getting both of their attentions. It seemed like the ride had gotten stuck when they were at the top. The younger yordle looked at the older one, there was a little concern on his face. The older one looked and saw something... something beautiful. The sun was just setting behind the younger one, giving him this golden glow off of his fur. He felt his heart skip a beat as he kept staring; the younger one blushed and looked around, wondering what the older one was staring at.
Slowly the older one grabbed the younger one's hands and pulled him closer and closer. Their faces were now inches apart and their harts were racing. Neither of them knew that the day would end like this, but as they kissed for the first time; the sun setting in the background and the ride kicking back to a start. They did know one thing.
They were both glad it did.
Not sure where this came from, I just sat down and started typing.
This isn't suppose to be Teemo/Kennen, but you can think that way if you want.
