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In second period, math, a cute guy with curly hair sat next to me. I was mildly drawn to him; he was neat but not boring. I could just tell.
I'm crap at descriptions.
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Sorry if I suck, and sorry if they're OOC. I do my best and update...
We rode to Memorial Park, and I was smiling the entire (short) way. I let Stan take the lead again, because while I was sure I could find the park, he knew the area. We stood our bikes up against an oak in the park and went to sit on a bench. Stan unzipped the backpack, pulling out the leather journal and pencils first, then the binoculars. He handed a pair to me, and I murmured a 'thank you'. We sat together in the late afternoon sun, waiting for birds to come by. A woodpecker landed in a tree, and Stan pulled out a bird book to identify it. "Acorn woodpecker," he said quietly, "Want to draw it?" "I'm not good, I don't have very much experience," I said. "That's okay, I can teach you," he said. He took a pencil, handing it to me. I took it, and he opened the sketchbook. He moved closer, so our legs were touching, and put the book on my right leg and his left. He put his hand over mine, guiding it across the page. He led with touch, saying nothing. His feather-light touch guided by hand, adding details. It was amazing when it was done.
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He labeled it in neat handwriting with the bird's name and the date, then put the pencil back in the backpack. "That was good. It's getting late, we should go. Do you want to... stay... atmyhouse?" He finished in a flood, and I snickered. "As long as you don't have any expectations, Uris," I joked. He laughed, and it sounded amazing. "Guaranteed, my mother would murder me." "Yeah, then. I'll just have to stop at my house for a change of clothes and permission. Let's go," I agreed with a smile. He put everything back in the backpack, zipped it. And slung it over his shoulder. I heard distant music. "Stan? Is there a carnival around here or something?" I asked nervously. "No," he replied, "but I hear it too." I blinked, and we were surrounded by a circus tent. "Stan?" I whispered. "Y/n... " he said, fear evident in his voice, "It's her." He grabbed my hand, hard, and I gripped back just as strongly. A tiny whimper slipped out of me. "She's everywhere," I said. We were in the center of a circus tent, and thousands of figures identical to the woman who came out of the bathroom closet were in the stands. There were red balloons everywhere, and there was music and the scents of popcorn, roasted peanuts and candy on the air. We were in the center, and Pennywise the Clown was on an announcing podium. Next up, the amazing fire children! It yelled. Fire children? They'll float too! Two of the women held torches, and six more held ropes, there was a stake set up in the center of our platform. They were going to burn us at the stake. Stan and I ran together, away from the beginning chant: They'll float too! Y/n y/l/n and Stanley Uris! They'll float too! They'll float too! They kept saying it, and the tent flaps never seemed to get closer. Y/n, Stanley, you know you'll float too. You'll float too. You'll float too. You'll float too. You'll float too! You'll float too!! YOU'LL FLOAT TOO!!! Now they were screaming, and time was frozen. We spilled out of the tent flaps onto the hard cement of Memorial Park's walkway.
~ So, hopefully that was good. Thank you guys for all the votes and the comments and the support, it's amazing. Tysm <3<3<3 The drawing isn't mine, I found it on google. Reverse image search came up with multiple sources.
