Mystery Messenger | Dream

Twenty-Six

Well... the weather was perfect today; which in turn resulted with an outside outfit and some sunscreen.

I'll be there in a few :)

Kk

My nerves were building up a little, since I was taking this entire situation as a date; even though I knew it wasn't.

But in my defense, we were going out to the boardwalk together and it just seemed like a 'romantic' kind of location, ya know?

But I'd also been concerned as of recent, because f/n hasn't responded to any of my messages. I'm starting to worry more about that hospital visit.

Originally they said it wasn't anything big and not to worry, but after a good twelve hours of no response, I was worried, to say the least.

"y/n! There's someone at the door for you! He said he's your friend?" My Mom's confused voice makes me laugh, and I go downstairs, trying not to go too fast and embarrass myself. That would be terrible.

"Hi Clay..." I smile, voice getting softer at the sight of his informal outfit. Shorts and a t-shirt were all he had on, along with some tennis shoes. He looked great.

"Hey! Are you ready? I'm here a little early so I could always wait if you need," He laughed, scratching his neck as he wobbled back and forth with his feet.

"This is Clay? I haven't heard of him before," Mom admits, my cheeks heating in embarrassment.

"Uh, yeah! Clay this is my Mom; Mom this is my Clay!" I introduce the two quickly in a confused mess of words before grabbing Clay's hand, rushing off towards his familiar car quickly.

"Pleasure meeting you ma'am!" Clay yells behind him with a wave; smile brightening up anyone's mood.

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"Your Mom seems nice," Clay starts up the conversation, both of us in his car on our way to the boardwalk.

"She is, but sometimes a little... embarrassing," I laugh awkwardly, seeing a rather large Ferris wheel coming into view.

My spirits immediately raise back up and I excitedly bounce in the passenger seat. "Boardwalk fries!"

Clay's laugh reaches my ears as he parks, turning the car off with a smile. "You ready?"

"Yup! Let's go slowpoke!" I dash out of the car, shutting the door behind me so I can run for the large space.

If someone I knew was around, anxiety was nothing but a thought in the back of my mind.

Friends brought me a sense of comfort, and luckily, I had one trying to catch up to me with long legs and honey-colored hair.

"Slow down! We've got all day!" Clay's voice tried to reach me, and I did slow down a little, feeling his arms wrap around my waist quickly with laughter, obviously just being friendly since he couldn't slow down from running fast enough.

I on the other hand, froze; body heating up quickly as I stammer, trying to find words. "Uh— Uhm... Hi?"

"Hey! Alright, what's first? We can get some food, play some games, or ride some rides," He spoke easily, letting my body go in order to walk beside me. "I'm down for anything really."

I was still in a moment of processing, my entire nervous system breaking down on itself with a simple gesture from Clay.

"Games," I mumble a response from one of the options, and watch my friend starts walking off before quickly realizing he was walking off. "Oh, wait up!"

I catch up with Clay as soon as he stops, looking at a game with a balloon board at the back, darts being handed out to anyone willing enough to pay an arm and a leg.

"I love this one!" My awkwardness is broken away when I see the same game I've been playing since I was a little girl at all the fairs around.

Clay goes up to the worker, handing over his money for a handful of darts. "Here ya go."

He hands them to me with a smile, and I quirk a brow. "I brought my own money."

"I know, just take 'em," Clay doesn't accept my somewhat obvious no as an answer, giving me the metal anyway.

With a sigh I look to the balloons, aiming up one of the darts, getting ready to shoot. "Boo!" I jump, throwing the dart off onto a completely different balloon, still popping one anyway.

"Clay!" I complain halfheartedly, pushing him a little as he laughed, not stopping me from abusing his arm.

I had more darts, but since the first one popped a balloon, I was able to just take that and move on; not throwing any more of the weapons.

"Which one would you like?" The worker asks, and I stop, hands suddenly grabbing Clay's arm for dear life.

He offers a sympathetic expression, looking back to the worker as he allows me to practically hang off his arm. "She'd like that one, please."

I watch the employee pick down a stuffed dog, not bothering to question us about anything, which I was glad for.

But at the same time, I was scared he might think of me as weird. Wait, what if Clay thought it was dumb of me to act like this? Is he sick of me already? We've only been here for a few minutes...

"y/n?" I look over to see that Clay had walked us away from the booth, sitting me down onto one of the rare empty benches. "Are you okay?"

It's slow, but I finally register what the man is asking, and I'm quick to nod. "Uhm, yeah! Sorry! I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay, no apologizing for something you can't control; I understand. How about we take a ride or two and grab some food then find something else to do that's less crowded?"

I smile a little at Clay's kindness, nodding my head. "Okay, can we go on the ferris wheel?"

He nods, getting back up from his crouched position. "Sure! Come on, I'll talk for both of us."

We head off, rushing towards the large machine I'd seen since the two of us got here.

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"Here we go," Clay mumbles, squeezing himself in beside me on the metal seating with a thin cushion. "You comfy?"

He looked over to me, my body trying its best to push against the opposite end of the seating arrangement, scared to touch the guy.

What if he didn't want to be touched? Can my heart handle this? Will he see how flushed I am? What's going on?!

"You look so uncomfortable like that— here," Clay outstretched his arm; wrapping it around my shoulders to pull me in.

This man is gonna put me on my deathbed, and he doesn't even know it.

"Better?" As he talks, we swing around slowly, going in the classic ferris wheel circle.

"Yup! All good, just amazing!" I squeak, not allowing myself to relax in his arms at all.

He seems to question me a little, but moves on, starting to point random things out as we get higher.

And even though I wanted to listen, Clay was far too close. I could hear his heartbeat right now, and that meant a lot. Even though I was sure if he stopped talking at this very moment, he'd hear mine as if it was his own.

This is more than a crush, I can feel it.

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Boardwalk date! boardwalk date! It's time for a date! Even if it isn't specified, the dates obvious.

I mean, at least I hope it is. This doesn't seem like two friends hanging out... okay maybe it does; but I won't admit it.