Skye's POV
I grabbed my shoes. Before I went back downstairs, I popped in my mum's room to let her know where I was going. "I'm going somewhere with Nathan." I said. "Okay, have fun." She smiled and waved.
I made my way downstairs and got my shoes on.
"Okay. Ready?" I asked as I grabbed my phone and jacket.
"Yep. Let's go." He said and got up. I closed the door behind us.
We began walking. "How far is the carnival on foot?" He asked as we turned the corner.
"Ten, twenty minutes? Something like that." I said.
He nodded.
As we walked, we were talking about random subjects. I decided, since we don't know each other well, we should get to know each other.
"What kind of music do you like to listen to?" I asked.
"That's a hard question. I like lots of different music. I like songs with meaning." He said.
"So like, love songs?"
"More or less." He shrugged.
I nodded. "How about you?" He asked.
"Actually, pretty much the same thing." I said.
"Hm. Nice." He nodded.
"Don't get mad, but, what's your favourite colours?" He added.
"Purple, Black, Grey, Blue, and Red." I named them off.
"Cool. Mine are Blue, Green and Red." He said.
"Why would I get mad at that?" I gave him a look.
"People get mad at that question often." He shrugged.
"Oh. Well, what do you like to do for fun?" I asked.
"Hang out with friends, play video games, that kind of thing." He said.
I nodded, "Me to."
"What kinds of films do you like?" He asked.
"Comedy, thrillers, dramas, romantic comedies, and supernatural movies."
"I don't really like dramas so much. And when you say, 'supernatural', you don't mean movies like Twilight right?" He laughed.
"No, no. Not that. I hate Twilight." I shook my head.
"Okay good. Because I've watched that movie three times, and I still don't see what makes girls so crazy over it." He laughed.
"It's probably because it has Taylor Lautner in it." I laughed.
"Just because he takes his shirt off a bunch of times?"
"I don't get why it makes girls melt. Any movie star can take off their shirt and a girl can go crazy." I shrugged.
"Does sound stupid when you think of it that way." He agreed.
"Yeah, I hate it." I nodded.
We continued walking to the carnival. We weren't very far from it now.
"What else do you like to do?" He asked.
"I like to sing and write."
"You know what i'm gonna ask you next, right?"
"Hm, can't say I do." I chuckled.
"Sing a song!" He exclaimed.
I laughed. "You're funny. I can never sing in front of anyone. Too shy."
"Come on, it's just me. What am I gonna do?" He said.
He did have a point. "Okay, fine. You got me. What song should I sing?"
"You want me to pick for you?"
"Sure. As long as I know the song, I like the song, and there's no high notes that the only possible person that can hit them is Mariah Carey." I said.
"Don't worry." He assured.
He was trying to think of a song as we were walking. "Come on Nathan." I rushed him.
"Stop rushing me, geez!" He said.
We were getting closer to the carnival. I could faintly hear music playing and people yelling and talking. "You might want to hurry." I chuckled.
"Why's that?"
"Because we're getting close to the carnival." I pointed.
"We can decide a song later. Come on!" He grabbed my hand and ran to the direction of the carnival.
I winced at the coldness of his hand once again. But the moment passed and I continued running.
"Nathan! Calm down!" I laughed as we were running.
When we made it, he slowed down.
When Nathan saw all of the interactions, i'm not exaggerating when I say he looked like a little kid in a candy store.
"What do you want to do first?" I asked.
He looked around. "I don't know." He said.
How could he not know?! There were at least twenty things that I could see that we could do. And that's just walking in and looking around and not even looking thoroughly.
"Look." I pointed.
He tried looking at what I was pointing at.
I was pointing at the game where you spray the water into little mouths and win a prize.
I walked over to it. "Wanna play this?" He asked as I picked up a water gun.
"Yeah. I love this game for some reason." I said.
We began shooting the water into the clowns' mouths and to say the least, Nathan has bad aim! I on the other hand, have great aim and was amazing at this game. Either Nathan was off of his game by a lot, he was letting me win, or he just had bad aim in general.
"You know the objective of this game is to shoot water into the mouths, right?" I laughed once we were done.
"Don't insult my aiming!" He laughed.
"I wouldn't have to, if you could aim!" I laughed.
"You're so rude." He pretended to be offended.
"Aw, don't be so sad." I said.
He laughed. We continued to walk around the carnival, looking for stuff to do.
"There's a photo booth. Wanna go to that?" Nathan asked me and pointed.
"Sure." He nodded.
Nathan's POV
I'm having a good time with Skye and we haven't been here 10 minutes yet. I find that weird.
We walked over to the photo booth and stepped in.
Her and I made such stupid poses and faces. The faces she made made her look so hilarious!
We took about 5 pictures before we were done.
When we stopped taking them, we grabbed our copies and went on.
"I look so weird!" Skye laughed and covered her eyes.
"I think you look great. You're being yourself, which is a good thing!" I smiled.
"But the faces I made!" She laughed.
"Hey, you're not the only one who looked like a total psycho." I showed her my copy of the pictures.
She looked at my copy and burst out laughing. "Okay, so we both have things to be embarrassed of." She said, pointing at my copy and giving it a look.
"Ahem!" I pointed at a specific one on hers. Her eyes were crossed and her tongue was sticking out. In reality, she looked amazing to me.
Crossed eyes and all. I love how she can be weird and not give a shit.
"Look at this face, you look like someone just shot your puppy. So serious!" She pointed at the first one of mine.
"Clearly, that one was on purpose." I laughed.
"Oh I know, but that doesn't mean that I can't laugh." She smirked.
I laughed. We continued walking around.
"Having a good time so far?" I asked over the loud bustle of people.
"Yeah." She smiled.
I wish I can just tell her that I like her. But she barely knows me. How werid would it be if me, not knowing her very well, told her that I liked her?
I want to make sure that this feeling is real..
Because I can tell that Skye isn't like other girls.