Prescribed To You

Chapter 1: County Fair

Chapter one
Boone County Fair

All fourteen years of my life have been spent so vigorously. Yet, here I am: doing absolutely nothing about it. I am not the easiest person to make friends with. Some may call me shy, awkward, and so forth. However, they are not necessarily wrong. I am everything people say about me typically. Though, I'm also not exactly the type to be talked down upon, so something about what people say about me feels kind of atypical and insulting.

"Faye... Faye!" A startling voice calls out, just about shaking the entire house. I jump from the bathroom, shifting my mascara to the side of my face, "Yeah?" I ask my mother. Here it comes: the one million questions about my plans for tonight.

Just as I figured, she questioned me with a rather firm tone: "What time are you getting to the fair? And am I taking anyone?" I turn off the bathroom light and make my way down the stairs, approaching her. "What?" I inquired with a sigh, politely asking her to repeat her questions. She repeats herself and I answer with a subtle "Oh," I give it a second of thought before articulating my answer, "Can you take me around six? And no, we do not need to pick anyone up." My mother only stares at me for a second, leaving me without even an "Okay" or some kind of verification that she understands the plan even a little bit. She does this a lot, and I must say, it's very annoying.

After my short interaction with my mother, I head back upstairs to my room. It's a quite decent sized room. The gray walls are a great touch to add as much color and as many extravagant things I may find to hang up. Though, I have my interests that are very prevalent when taking a walk through my room. Most specifically: Music. When you walk into my room, you are greeted with the eyes of Kurt Cobain, Dave Grohl, and Krist Novoselic staring deep into your soul, questioning your every waking movement.

"Faye! Are you ready to go?" My mother calls for me. "Coming!" I shout back to her, grabbing my bag and running down the stairs. We walk outside from the garage door to the car and begin our drive to the Boone County Fair.

After what feels like an hour or so, I get dropped off at the fair. As expected, none of my friends are here yet. I find a wooden bench near where I was dropped off and take a seat, waiting for my friends to arrive. After a few minutes, Wren, one of my best friends, arrives with one of her friends I haven't really met and greets me with a big grin.  "Hey! Where's everyone else?" She asks me, looking around. "Not sure. I think they're on the way." I reply assumingely. She nods and we all go silent for a moment.

I look to the right of Wren and notice a peculiar, yet, familiar ginger haired boy standing next to her. Pulling from memory, I remember his name is Daren.

Daren and I were definitely not alike. As I am seen as shy and introverted, he is seen as outgoing and extroverted. He's always quick to throw in any kind of joke no matter what circumstance, and has the tendency to interrupt. For some reason, he was being oddly quiet. Though, extroverts tend to feed off the energy of others to gain their own energy, so he may just be waiting for the others.

"What's up?" I greet him sweetly. Immediately, as if my greeting was some sort of wake up call, he exclaims, "What's good!" as he holds out his hand to "dap me up". I smile and just go for it, taking ahold of his hand. "You're in that group chat that Wren made, right? Faye?" Daren asked. I nod and laugh with him at the fact that Wren likes to make these giant group chats simply to annoy people. "You guys gotta admit, it's funny." Wren laughs, looking over to her left. She then runs over to some people with a huge smile spread across her face.

The rest of the group meets up with us and we begin walking around the fairgrounds, getting on each ride.

"Alright, who's going on the drop tower with me?" Daren questions the whole group. Everyone else says no while I just stand there silently, thinking about whether or not I want to. Interrupting my thought, he asks me if I wanted to go on the ride with him: "Faye?" I look over at him with wide eyes and point up to the ride, "You're kidding. That?" I say with a laugh. "Come on. Don't be a pussy." He says, making me lean my decision toward going on the ride. I stand there for a moment and then I roll my eyes, "Fine." I give in, stepping in line with him.

He smiles at me as I step into line, and for some reason, it makes me feel something. I know I shouldn't be feeling this. At least not now. I barely know the guy. I just have to ignore it.