love war with my best friend - dream

iv

clay's pov
as y/n and i were sat down finishing up our food i began to think. i was having a really fun time with her. she can be really... sweet, and funny, and cool, and it's just amazing when you spend 1 on 1 time with her. i just hope she was having as good of a time as i'm having.

"so what do ya wanna do now?" i turned my head to see she was gathering up our trash.

"why don't we go to the fair?," i suggested.

i grew up going to the fair all the time when i was younger, it was such an awesome experience. it would be great to go on a day like this as well, with the humid-warm air and the cool breeze as well. summer nights in my opinion are perfect when it's like that.

y/n's face lit up with excitement as soon as the words left my mouth. "really? i would love to go to the fair! i haven't been to one in ages." a smile formed on her face.

"yea, of course we can go! it's a little ways away though so let's go back to the house real quick and grab the car. i also wanna change before we leave."

"okay," her grin grew wider. i couldn't help but stare at her eyes, admiring the way they lit up when she got happy about the smallest things. how the sunlight reflected off them. how perfectly brown/blue/green (your eye color) they are-

"clay?"

my head snapped back to reality. "what? oh right the fair. let's go!" i began to walk. she quickly jumped up to my side. clearly she was quite excited about going to the fair, seemingly because she was sort of speed-walking. a couldn't help but smile as i shook my head.

after a minute she turned to talk to me only to realize i wasn't there and she was talking to a complete stranger. i burst out laughing as she began to apologize to the man with a flushed face of embarrassment. she ran back to me and playfully hit my bicep.

"clay!! do you have any idea how embarrassing that was? i started to talk about how i almost slipped and fell in the shower!," she whisper yelled at me, careful not to draw attention. but that only made me laugh harder and my chest began to hurt.

"it's not funny!"

"it- it is fu- it is funny!," i wheezed in between words. c'mon, you can't tell me that isn't funny. i had my reasons to my loud laughter. y/n rolled her eyes and started off again but i really did need a minute. it's like one of those times where you're laughing so hard you cannot do anything but laugh and gasp for air, as stupid as that sounds, that's what my situation is, okay?

she stormed back to me and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. "hurry up slow poke!" she basically dragged me back to our house. eventually i stopped my wonderful sounding laughter and walked with her peacefully. the best part about walking back with her though was that i could tell she wasn't trying to play out stupid flirt game. she was holding my hand because she wanted to.

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y/n's pov

we were back in the house and were changing for the fair. i changed into a pair of short ripped jean shorts and a white cropped t-shirt. for shoes i put on black nike ankle socks with my white air forces and for accessories i put a couple brown hair ties on my wrist, a gold necklace, a couple rose gold rings, and silver cross earrings. and then i just kept my hair down. i looked in the mirror and smiled, i liked what i saw. i felt pretty.