Go Jester.
Do not go Jester.
He's waiting for you.
He's not waiting for you.
He saved your life, pay it back.
He put your life in danger, leave it.
You like him, stop being a scared bitch and go on that date with him.
Ah, fuck it.
He grabbed his car keys, heading out the door. He started his car, then drove off to the fair. Although the date was cancelled, he did get a second chance. He didn't know if Marshall was going to be there, but he really didn't want the small boy to wait for him all night. Guilt was eating him up fast, so what he did was was quite stupid, even for him -- he speeds down the road like a maniac, almost getting into two accidents.
He made it ten minutes early and he saw no sign of the small boy. He sat on one of the benches, his eyes scanning for the male. Time flew by fast, because when he looks down at his phone for the time, it had already been twenty minutes that past. He was quite annoyed how Marshall said to meet at six, but he was running late. He wasn't patient, so he stood up, about to leave. No more waiting for him, if Marshall wasn't going to--
"You came,"
Jester looked around, but all he saw was a small figure in front of him.
"I think you have the wrong person,"
The person in front of him raised their head up. Jester was taken-a-back when he met face to face with Marshall. He wore a black laced dress, and a pair of black boots with a pair of black knee-high socks.. The laced dress had sleeves which covered his slightly muscular arm and the knee-high socks covered his hairy legs. Marshall's short hair had long clipped in hair, reaching to his butt. Marshall's small build made him look more like a girl, but Jester was not fooled.
"M-M-Marshall?!"
"Yes?" He smiled. Jester could feel his heart skip beats, was this for reals?
"Why are you dressed like... like that?" Jester pointed up and down at Marshall's body.
"Well, you wanted a hot babe,"
"I mean, yeah, but--"
"But?"
Jester shook his head. "Nothing, let's just go, yeah?"
"Sure,"
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They went on multiple rides and roller coasters, Marshall was bright in every one of them. Jester found it interesting at how much Marshall's guard was. Usually, Marshall had a scowl or a bored look, before you could tap him on the shoulder, he would already have you in a lock. But when he was at the fair, Marshall was able to act like a kid, something he missed out on. Jester found it adorable how he had to get Marshall's attention every time, but he didn't complain.
"Can we go on that?!" Marshall pointed to the pirate ship. There were many kids in line, but it wasn't as long as other lines. Marshall looked up at Jester, he pleaded with his puppy eyes. Jester gave in, letting the smaller boy drag him into the line. "Let's go on that next! And that! And that!" He pointed to multiple rides they had already gone on. "And that! And also--"
Jester used his large hands to cover Marshall's voice, and unexpectedly it worked. Jester bent down slightly, pointing to the Ferris wheel.
"Actually, I was thinking we could go on that next,"
The Ferris wheel? The one where only couples go to when they're going to leave? Marshall has always wanted to go there with a special someone, but he has not found one yet. Marshall nodded, gulping silently.
"Do you think they're dating?"
"No way, she is way too pretty for him,"
"Should we ask for her number?"
"That guy is super tall, though. What if they are dating and we get beat up?"
"There's one of him and two of us, who do you think will win?"
"What if she doesn't give us her number? We'll look like idiots!"
"We'll force her,"
"Force her? That's like phone number raping,"
"Shut up and follow my lead,"
Jester heard everything clearly, he didn't know about Marshall, since he was too busy watching the pirate ship rock back and forth. Marshall felt someone tap his shoulder, so he turned around quickly, facing two males.
"Hi there," the guy with the brown hair said.
"Hello," Marshall said back. Jester didn't dare turn around, he just listened in the conversation.
"We were wondering, are you single?" The guy with the black hair asked.
"Yeah," Marshall said, he wasn't lying, but Jester felt a pain in his heart.
"Can the both of us get your phone number?" The brown haired male asked, already taking out his phone. Marshall really didn't want to give him his iMessage, so he declined.
"Oh come on, why not?" The black haired male asked.
"Because I don't know you guys,"
"Well, that's the reason why we're going to exchange numbers," the black haired male said. "I'm Dylan and this guy right here is Nial. What's your name beautiful?"
"Still, I'm not going to give you my iMessage,"
Dylan smiled, but his annoyed look was showing. "Look lady, you're going to fucking give us your fucking number or else!"
"Or else what?" Marshall challenged Dylan. They were face to face, having a glare-off. Dylan had his hands raised, going in for the slap, but Marshall was fast enough to grab Dylan's hands and fracture it, making the male yelp in pain. "That's not how you fucking treat a lady you fucking douchebag."
Marshall threw the male onto the ground. He sighed, looking at Nial now.
"Don't hurt me!"
Marshall smiled, running his hands through his hair. The fake locks he clipped in came off, revealing his short hair.
"You're a guy?!" Dylan shouted, scared that he just asked a man for his number.
"Of course,"
Jester turned around, grabbing Marshall, and tossing him on his broad shoulder.
"Hey! Put me down! I'm not finished!" Marshall whined, punching Jester's back.
"Don't make a ruckus. You could end up in prison,"
"I don't care! That's not how you treat a lady! They deserve my beating!"
"What about your baby brother than?"
Hearing the word "baby brother" made him calm down... a little. He still thrashed against Jester, yelling for him to drop him so he could beat the boys up. Jester didn't really care, because all he thought about was how Marshall's ass was right in his face, and how Marshall's dick laid on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry we didn't get to go on the Ferris wheel," Marshall mumbled.
"It's okay, we still have next time,"
Next time?