The fair was amazing at night. Lights flashed form the midway and a crevasse of bright color popped out against the ink of the sky. Joyful screaming and whooping rose high in the air and got carried off by zooming roller coasters. Upbeat electro pop played continuously, an undercurrent for the boisterous encouragement of workers who manned the game tents.
The warm, tantalizing aroma of fried dough and fresh cotton candy wafted around in spate, teasing Kentin's nose. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck and caused his top to stick to his skin. The humidity had him flushed and it was way too broiling and stifling to be holding Alexy's hand, but he was anyway.
"What do you wanna do first?" Alexy asked, peering at Kentin over his hot magenta sunglasses. The lights of the ferries wheel danced in the lenses.
It was as good a place to start as any, so Kentin tugged him off to the line.
Even though making out when you got stuck at the top was the most cheesy, overdone, roll-your-eyes-at-cliché thing any dumb lovestruck teens could do, they did it gladly. The air was cooler up there and the brazen tip of Alexy's tongue glazed over the slight aperture of his lips. Kentin inclined his head and slid a hand along Alexy's thigh as he deliriously smashed their mouths together.
"We should get lemonade," Alexy suggested when they stepped off, their lips swollen and chests swelling with giddy weightlessness.
"Yeah," Kentin agreed. "That sounds great."
Because it was as hot as the devil's asscrack out there. And when they got it, it was a cup of perfect. Cold and refreshing and just a hint of sour and the little seeds that got sipped up between both straws let them know that it was made with real lemons.
As they sat on a sticky bench and under an umbrella, slurping away the last of the drink, Kentin couldn't help looking to this stuffed animal that sat in the prize net of a dart tent. It was a colossal tawny teddy bear as wide and tall as a refrigerator with big button eyes. Despite himself and everything he tried to strive for, a part of him just wanted to go over there and sit in its huge, cuddly lap.
"Do you want that bear?" Alexy asked, blinking curiously.
"Huh? No, of course not!" He abruptly looked away, feeling a blush coming on. Hell yeah he wanted that bear. It was as adorable as a kitten climbing over a floppy-eared puppy. But he was a manly military school boy and manly military school boys were not supposed to like stuffed animals. Especially super cute huggable teddy bears.
"Yes you do," Alexy chortled. "Come on, Ken, you know you can't lie to me."
"Okay, yeah, I want it," Kentin admitted with a wistful smile of shame. "But it's not like I could win it anyway. It's the grand prize, look at the sign. You need to hit all fifty balloons in the top row."
Alexy thoughtfully rubbed his chin. Without another word he got up and trotted to the dart tent.
Kentin stood up and hurried after him. "Alexy, thanks, but it's okay. That's just too many balloons you have to hit, you'll be wasting your money."
"Have faith in me," Alexy insisted as he pushed his sunglasses back into place.
He then paid the man to play the game and sucked in a deep breath. He actually got into a stance; feet parted, back keen and straight, elbows readied. Kentin would've laughed, had he not looked so intense. This kind of intensity on anyone was something to behold, on Alexy it was outright surreal. Alexy was one of the most lighthearted, unfettered people he knew.
Alexy unleashed the first dart with a neat, precise throw. It struck and so did the one after, and the one after, and the one after. Each strike was fast and direct, balloons popping in a series like firecrackers, the trajectory spot on. Kentin watched in complete astonishment, halfway sure he'd just been plunged into a dream.
"The teddy bear please?" Alexy asked when it was over, the entire top row of balloons reduced to rubber scraps.
The incredulous worker stared at him like he some kind of mystical unicorn and slowly retrieved the prize. Alexy's arms sagged as he took it, a strained noise pulled from his lips.
"Oh my gosh, Ken, it's heavy! Help me!"
With that, Kentin was yanked out of his spell. He swaggered forward and took one side of the enormous bear.
"You really did want it, right?" Alexy peeked around the bear's head to search Kentin's face.
"Y-Yeah! It's great, thank you! I'm just shocked. I never knew you could throw darts like a pro!"
Alexy giggled. "I wouldn't call myself a pro, but it was kind of a hobby when I was younger. I had a Kim Possible dartboard."
They put the bear on the bench they shared earlier and Kentin treated Alexy to an elephant ear. He thanked him again as he breached the gap between them and kissed the powdered sugar and cinnamon from his lips.
This probably has so many fucking typos. Bah. Imma go back and try to fix 'em. Well, anyway...Yeah. Surprise, Mella~! Hope you found this crap tolerable. Now Imma get back to requests.