A week passed since me and Fidds became friends. Today, I'm just gonna be reading my assigned books so that I could go ahead of the class. I decided to live in a apartment instead of the hotels since they were faraway from college. I heard someone knocking on my door so I went to answer.
"Hello Ford-" Fiddleford greeted Ford with a welcome smile. "Do you want to accompany me to the Zoo?"
Ford looked back at his work then at Fiddleford. He has been in there for a while, I guess it wouldn't hurt. "Sure, I got nothing else to do."
Fiddleford jumped with excitement, clapping his hands like a child. "Yes!" Fiddleford grabbed Ford's hand without hesitation and drove them to the Zoo. Fiddleford always wanted to visit the Zoo but he didn't want to go alone.
After the both of them got their tickets Fiddleford ran off to the first animal he spotted. Ford ran behind him, trying his best to keep up. "Hehehe, Fidds."
"Wow, look at them Stanford. Fascinating." Fiddleford commented, a monkey placed its hand on the glass that was between it and Fiddleford. The man did the same with a big smile on his face.
Ford didn't understand what was so exciting about these everyday animals, but he was happy to see his friend Fiddleford enjoying himself.
Fiddleford removed his hand from the glass. "So..What's your favorite animal Stanford?"
"Oh, Well..I...Pigs." Ford answered.
"P-Pigs, how come?" Fiddleford didn't think Ford liked such an animal but at the same time he didn't think it was ridiculous.
"...Well, I think pigs are kind of cute in a way. What's your favorite specimen?"
"Hmm, I like Owls, Peacocks, and...Hummingbirds. I like Owls cause their wise. I like Peacocks cause of their beautiful feathers. And I like Hummingbirds cause their cute."
They both continued walking around the Zoo, chatting and learning more about each other. That's when Ford noticed that Fiddleford hasn't said anything about his fingers, not a word.
Ford pulled out his sketch book to draw some of the creatures. "Wow, Ford I didn't know you could draw. You're full of talents."
After looking at all the animals in the Zoo it was 5:00 pm.
"Huh, Ford we gotta go!" Fiddleford and Ford ran to the car. Dang, Fiddleford can run. "Fidds, where are we going?"
"Well I want it to be a surprise. Come on let's hurry." They both got in the car and grove to the park. Apparently their was a festival going on in town. Everybody had their blanket and picnic food.
"W-What's this?" Ford asked looking out the window. "Fidds?" Ford looked back at Fiddleford to notice the intense look on his face.
"I-I just thought maybe I could turn this into a..date." Fiddleford said without looking into Ford's eyes.
"U-U-Uhh date! Okay, okay, calm down I'm sure he didn't mean that kind of date." Ford thought to himself.
Fiddleford and Ford decided to sit in the back of the park where the hill and maple tree was. Ford unfolded the blanket while Fiddleford prepared the food.
They sat down next to each other, eating sandwiches and chips. "F-Fidds, can I show you something?"
"Sure."
Ford brought his hand to Fiddleoford, hoping he won't regret this action. "It's just I've been called a freak my whole life, we've been friends for a week and you haven't said anything about them."
"What do you mean Stanford? I knew you had six fingers since the very first day we met."
"W-What? Then you actually d-don't find them weird?" Ford said looking at his fingers. Fiddleford removed Ford's hand from his face to get his attention.
"I think their beautiful in every way." Fiddleford held Ford's hand between them and leaned on Ford's arm. Ford tried not to breathe so hard and quick.
"B-Beautiful?" Ford said to himself. "Beautiful! He thinks their...beautiful!" Ford's mind couldn't process correctly. Ford flushed slightly, trying to contain his red face by trying not to look at Fiddleford directly in the eye.
"Stanford, can I tell you something?" Fiddleford lowered his head, keeping his attention on Ford.
"Y-Yeah?" Ford asked still shaking. He didn't know it but he was holding Fiddleford's hand real tight.
"Please promise me that you won't let anyone make you feel like a freak Stanford. You are not a freak, but sweet, charming, genius." Castleford looked back at Ford and noticed all the shaking he was doing. "O-Oh I'm sorry I-"
Fiddleford stopped leaning on his friend but Ford wouldn't let go of his hand. Ford still tried to keep his attention away from Fiddleford. "I promise."