"Ahh, you're overreacting. Here," Macy said to me frankly. "I'll help get you cleaned up."
"I can't believe this...this is disgusting!" I said, cringing.
Shall I relate the day's events?
Sure. Today was the day of the fair Macy, Loni, and I had planned to go to together. It was pretty lame, but not especially bad. Loni kept trying to hold my hand, which was met with blatant indifference.
"Oh! Buy me some kettle corn! I love that stuff!" Loni instructed. I obeyed and bought her a bag.
"Here, have some!"
"No thanks."
Macy was walking with us. "I'll take some!"
"No, let Craig have it. He bought it, after all." Loni grinned stupidly, and I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. Most guys would have done anything to get under her shirt; she certainly wasn't bad-looking. She was very curvy, as if she had been a tall person squished down to 5'0". She had very big eyes and long black hair, usually pulled back.
I looked at Macy as we walked. She wasn't perfect, but she was. She was wearing a long jean skirt, a Bright Eyes tee-shirt, and sandals which revealed her orange toenails. She was so...Macy.
Loni munched on the kettle korn the entire time, through the Monster, the Weaver, the Triple Loop, and the Jet Plane rides. We took a break from rides to rent paddleboats (at my expense). Macy rented one and tried to keep up with us, steering and paddling by herself. Even in the middle of the mucky fairground water, I was tempted to jump in and join her. But, as it was, I was stuck with Loni.
We paddled slowly in the murky water while Loni steered and I ran my fingers through the water, thinking about Loni and Macy and this mess I was in.
I looked up into the bright white sky. The sun was gone, but it was light everywhere in a sickeningly dull way. I noticed that we weren't on the paddleboat path any longer. We had stopped.
I looked over at Loni, sighing in my mind. Here we go.
"You know, Macy thinks we're, like, ahead of her. But I took a route that my ex-boyfriend used to take me on here." Great. I was reliving her past experiences.
She looked up at me (as I was quite taller than she was) with her big brown eyes.
"Oh, Craig, you know how much I, like...well, like you. And I know you like me, too, Macy told me..."
I was furious. Macy told her what? I like who now? But my expression remained serene and Loni took no notice.
Before I knew it, real life interrupted. All of a sudden, Loni was leaning up expectantly, her eyes wide open. She put her hand on my waist and kissed me. I was totally unprepared, but immediately modified to my surroundings. Our lips locked, and I closed my eyes, pretending that who I was kissing was Macy. Loni tasted like kettle corn.
After the...event, we managed to get back to the dock. Macy was waiting there, tapping her shoe wildly and digging around in her enormous purse. I smiled.
We went back to the rides after Loni carefully reapplied her lipstick ("Macy, do you, like, have a mirror?"). I put both my hands in my pockets and felt something. Pulling it out, I realized it was the disposable camera from the last school field trip. There were eight pictures left. I took one of Macy when Loni wasn't looking.
After riding the Tilt-a-Whirl, we decided to take another break.
As we sat on the bench, I took a picture of my feet. Macy saw this and grabbed the camera from my hands.
"Hey!" I cried out in mock indignance.
She laughed with her hand over her mouth. "Hahah, smile, you two."
Loni staightened immediately, and I obligingly put my arm around her shoulder. The picture was taken, and our break, over. Macy put my camera in her purse.
The last ride we rode was the Twin Spinners. There were two college-age guys running it, and they gave Loni and I a good spin (Macy went with some adult that none of us knew.) The ride spun instantly into the air, still rotating independently. The ride went on for several minutes, and I started to feel sick.
But, apparently, Macy was feeling even more sick. She ended up puking all the kettle corn I had bought her, all over me and herself. We were still whirling in mid-air, and I could see Macy laughing at us every few seconds.
We got off the ride and Macy went to Loni first, who was crying. The two guys running the ride said not to worry about it; it happened all the time. We were heading over to the bathrooms, a revolting, sticky mess. Just before I popped into the men's room, Macy withdrew my camera from her purse and took a picture of me, my hair matted down with half-digested fairground food.
After I was cleaned off for the most part, Macy led me to a nearby hose while Loni continued washing herself off and crying in the ladies'. Macy saw my face and grinned.
"Ahh, you're overreacting. Here," Macy said to me frankly. "I'll help get you cleaned up."
"I can't believe this...this is disgusting!" I said, cringing. But as Macy sprinkled the cool water over my pants and rubbing the stuff out with her hands, I couldn't help but crack a smile.
"I can't believe this...this is disgusting!" I said, cringing.
Shall I relate the day's events?
Sure. Today was the day of the fair Macy, Loni, and I had planned to go to together. It was pretty lame, but not especially bad. Loni kept trying to hold my hand, which was met with blatant indifference.
"Oh! Buy me some kettle corn! I love that stuff!" Loni instructed. I obeyed and bought her a bag.
"Here, have some!"
"No thanks."
Macy was walking with us. "I'll take some!"
"No, let Craig have it. He bought it, after all." Loni grinned stupidly, and I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. Most guys would have done anything to get under her shirt; she certainly wasn't bad-looking. She was very curvy, as if she had been a tall person squished down to 5'0". She had very big eyes and long black hair, usually pulled back.
I looked at Macy as we walked. She wasn't perfect, but she was. She was wearing a long jean skirt, a Bright Eyes tee-shirt, and sandals which revealed her orange toenails. She was so...Macy.
Loni munched on the kettle korn the entire time, through the Monster, the Weaver, the Triple Loop, and the Jet Plane rides. We took a break from rides to rent paddleboats (at my expense). Macy rented one and tried to keep up with us, steering and paddling by herself. Even in the middle of the mucky fairground water, I was tempted to jump in and join her. But, as it was, I was stuck with Loni.
We paddled slowly in the murky water while Loni steered and I ran my fingers through the water, thinking about Loni and Macy and this mess I was in.
I looked up into the bright white sky. The sun was gone, but it was light everywhere in a sickeningly dull way. I noticed that we weren't on the paddleboat path any longer. We had stopped.
I looked over at Loni, sighing in my mind. Here we go.
"You know, Macy thinks we're, like, ahead of her. But I took a route that my ex-boyfriend used to take me on here." Great. I was reliving her past experiences.
She looked up at me (as I was quite taller than she was) with her big brown eyes.
"Oh, Craig, you know how much I, like...well, like you. And I know you like me, too, Macy told me..."
I was furious. Macy told her what? I like who now? But my expression remained serene and Loni took no notice.
Before I knew it, real life interrupted. All of a sudden, Loni was leaning up expectantly, her eyes wide open. She put her hand on my waist and kissed me. I was totally unprepared, but immediately modified to my surroundings. Our lips locked, and I closed my eyes, pretending that who I was kissing was Macy. Loni tasted like kettle corn.
After the...event, we managed to get back to the dock. Macy was waiting there, tapping her shoe wildly and digging around in her enormous purse. I smiled.
We went back to the rides after Loni carefully reapplied her lipstick ("Macy, do you, like, have a mirror?"). I put both my hands in my pockets and felt something. Pulling it out, I realized it was the disposable camera from the last school field trip. There were eight pictures left. I took one of Macy when Loni wasn't looking.
After riding the Tilt-a-Whirl, we decided to take another break.
As we sat on the bench, I took a picture of my feet. Macy saw this and grabbed the camera from my hands.
"Hey!" I cried out in mock indignance.
She laughed with her hand over her mouth. "Hahah, smile, you two."
Loni staightened immediately, and I obligingly put my arm around her shoulder. The picture was taken, and our break, over. Macy put my camera in her purse.
The last ride we rode was the Twin Spinners. There were two college-age guys running it, and they gave Loni and I a good spin (Macy went with some adult that none of us knew.) The ride spun instantly into the air, still rotating independently. The ride went on for several minutes, and I started to feel sick.
But, apparently, Macy was feeling even more sick. She ended up puking all the kettle corn I had bought her, all over me and herself. We were still whirling in mid-air, and I could see Macy laughing at us every few seconds.
We got off the ride and Macy went to Loni first, who was crying. The two guys running the ride said not to worry about it; it happened all the time. We were heading over to the bathrooms, a revolting, sticky mess. Just before I popped into the men's room, Macy withdrew my camera from her purse and took a picture of me, my hair matted down with half-digested fairground food.
After I was cleaned off for the most part, Macy led me to a nearby hose while Loni continued washing herself off and crying in the ladies'. Macy saw my face and grinned.
"Ahh, you're overreacting. Here," Macy said to me frankly. "I'll help get you cleaned up."
"I can't believe this...this is disgusting!" I said, cringing. But as Macy sprinkled the cool water over my pants and rubbing the stuff out with her hands, I couldn't help but crack a smile.