"Hold on, move."
"Dude, Logan, what are you doing?", Duncan queried as Logan pushed him to the side and riveted his eyes on the tops of his Puma's, attempting to position them in a rather awkward position, mimicking Duncan's previous foot placings.
"What the hell, dude," Duncan tried again.
"Just wanted to see how, from your angle, you were ever able to conclude that I was a fan of Halloween." Logan cocked his head to the side, giving Duncan a smirk and his typical gesture, forming a circle with is thumb and forefinger, before allowing a chuckle to escape from his lips. Duncan laughed and returned the grin.
"I just thought that maybe, you know, you might want to see the world outside of this house."
"You mean," Logan sarcastically ventured, "that there is something bigger and better than all of this, his hand motions indicating to the surrounding rooms of his house, "out there?" He pointed effortlessly to the door.
"Ha Ha, Logan," Duncan returned through smiling lips.
"You know I hate Halloween, Duncan." Logan said as the smile wore from his face.
"It's the most pointless of holidays. People dressing up, pretending to be something they're not and then calling it a holiday. How is it different from any other day?" Logan's voice faded as his inquiring eyes landed on Duncan.
"Well," Duncan began, "For starters, the date is October 31st and it..."
Logan cut in, "...and the attire is that of ghost costumes, princesses, vampires, goblins, and my personal favorite, M&M's."
"Logan please, it will be fun. Honestly, when is the last time you went on the 'Tilit 'a' Whirl,'or played darts, attempting to win some goofy teddy bear?"
"Oh, now that's a way to persuade me to go, Logan sarcastically replied, "remind me that you will drag me on every single ride there and then proceed to remind me of the games on which I spent too much money and never win jack shit. At this point my prize better be an all expense paid trip to the Caribbean, just so I can break even."
The emphasis was put on the last word and Duncan erupted into laughter, punching Logan in the arm.
"Oh my God, I almost forgot how bad you were at those games. Oh man did they love you, the boy with the determination of a leopard, but the aim of a drunk sailor on shore leave."
"I'm glad I can bring a smile to your face."
"Ya well you better hope that smile stays there or I'm gonna put on my 'gonna kick your ass' face if you don't walk out of the house and get in the car."
Logan sulked out of the room mumbling something out of the corner of his mouth pertaining to how badly Duncan would get his ass kicked if they fought. Duncan shook his head and followed Logan outside, knowing better than to argue, into the late evening air and got in the car.
"You owe me big time, DK. This has got to be worth at least a candy apple and maybe a fried dough, preferably after I've been dragged on all the rides in order to ensure my bodily fluids remaining inside my body and not all over myself or any other innocent bystander," Logan said with an over enthused smile. A smile that reminded Duncan of the high school guidance counselor's and he was just waiting for Logan to offer him a piece of candy or telling him to speak his mind.
They parked and walked towards the lights and the noise and the wafting smell of sausages and roasted peppers. When they reached the gates each took out money and bought a few sheets of tickets in which to use for the rides.
Duncan picked the first ride, dragging Logan onto the pirate ship. Each side took its turn being propelled toward the sky and then eventually being pulled back down toward earth and reality. Duncan picked the second and the third ride too before Logan decided that he was starving and the temptation of the fried dough overrode the idea to wait until he and Duncan were through with the rides.
People were dressed in their Halloween costumes and as Logan and Duncan ate, in attempt to avoid the more painful subjects, they critiqued each costume and claimed their favorites.
In an attempt to delay their return to the rides further, Logan claimed that he needed to digest and he and Duncan walked around going on the smaller, less motion rides. They went on the bumper cars and Logan rammed into Duncan every time and Duncan always missed Logan as he darted away by some miraculous driving skill.
They then found themselves in the glass house, Duncan in front of Logan and Logan easily subjected to follow. They wove in and through glass panes watching as others crashed into other the sides or into other people. They were amused, even if only for a short while, but they continued on. About halfway through the maze Logan lost Duncan and he tried t work his way through the labyrinth by himself, but somehow he had managed to get himself in a corner and was failing miserably at finding the right direction.
As he turned around in his small cube feeling for the path he looked through the glass and found he was face to face with Veronica. They stared intensely at one another both searching for emotion. Both searching for the emotion that they both knew was there but both were successfully hiding exceptionally well. During their prolonged stare Logan reached up and placed his palm against the glass. As she returned his gaze she reached up and placed her palm against his, wishing with all her heart that he would never leave and they could stay that way forever.
As Logan and Veronica stood there the world continued on. The Ferris Wheel continued to rotate, causing blue circles to dance across the floor in the glass house and tracing over their feet as the stod motionless. The Bumper Cars continued to screech and crash and the 'Scrambler' continued to maneuver around itself, somehow always managing never to collide. People continued to laugh and scream, continuing to play their roles, pretending to be something they weren't and no matter how hard they tried, never would be, and for once Logan wouldn't have it any other way.
TBC...