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A line from that weird, angsty poem that Trevor’d written back in freshman and titled Thus Goes Life came to his mind. Even though he’d been high when he’d written it, one line, which he had committed to memory, particularly rang true.
What is existence but pain, and what is pain but a temporary inconvenience disguised as something dastardly?
One just needed to replace what is existence with what is this fair date and temporary inconvenience disguised as something dastardly with eternal fecking termoil.
This was torture. This was agony. Here he was, on a date with a girl who he’d vowed to never even speak to again after Monday— a girl who he was just friends with— and he couldn’t really do much about it.
"The Ferris wheel.”
He looked down at her after she answered, and then quickly looked away again.
"Yeah, the uhh... like, I guess all the rides are fun, but I like ummm.... I like riding the Ferris wheel. Like, especially at night because you can see just... everything. It's really pretty."
A grade school flirtation nearly came from his mouth: not as pretty as you, and he blushed at the thought of it.
She was hot tonight. It was distracting.
He was awkward and antsy, and that was not a good combination.
“I, uhh…” The girl beside him stopped walking and reached out to touch him arm. His eyes went to her, wide eyes studying her figure curiously. "I am, umm... I'm really, really sorry. About this.... if I'd known what she was planning, I would've... cancelled, I guess.” Her hand dropped from his arm, and he worked his jaw. "Like, I'm guessing she didn't uh... tell you... did she? Like, you didn't agree to this, right?"
He laughed at the last sentence, despite himself and without really thinking. “Sorry, that was just funny.” He paused, looking at her nose because he couldn’t meet her eyes. “No, no, I had no idea. I came with Amy. I was supposed to be her comfort fer tha night, I think. But I guess that tat was all a rouse ta get me to come for this date.” He ended up emphasizing the word date, and he shook his head. “Sorry, I’m just a bit…taken aback by it all. Kinda got…heh, sprung upon me…that this whole thing was— well, I knew that ya were goin’ on a blind date, but me, didn’t know it was with.”
That was hardly English.
His tongue was getting all tied.
He shook his head. “But…uh…yeah.”
Feck, this was tense. And awkward. And he hated it.
“Ferris wheels are gorgeous at night,” he agreed. “But it’s not dark enough yet. If we want to see the night lights, we’re gonna have to wait an hour or so, darlin’. Though I’m not an astrologist— meteorologist…sun person?” He laughed softly at himself. “But…we could…spend the time…uhh…well…”
Words, Sean. Words.
His eyes rolled over to a nearby stand, and he craned his neck. He laughed softly. “There’s one of those clown games,” he said. “The kind where you aim at the clown with a water squirter and then whoever’s balloon fills first is tha winner.” He reached his hand to place it on her back, then thought better of it and simply began to walk away while talking. “I suck’t those thin’s. They’re rigged anyway. But it’s still fun…”
He looked over at her.
Feck, this was tense and so feckin’ awkward.
“What do ya wanna do?” he asked. “It’s all up ta you. Might’s well enjoy this date— er…thing. Might’s well enjoy whatever this is.” He chuckled awkwardly. “I’m just here.”
At the end of the day, yeah. He was just there, and he'd be just there until this date thing ended.
And he would passed up an opportunity to get with Ash.
And he would keep everything bottled up.
And it would be for the better.
Yeah. That.
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