His Eyes (Frerard)

Fairs Are For Kids, Not Finding Lovers

I see him from across the field. I was at a fair, the Essex county fair. He wasn't particularly handsome but he was damn sure beautiful. His locks of raven hair were drenched in water, so was his shirt. The water caused his locks to stick to his face and as he took his hand to swat the hair stuck to his forehead he was laughing with a younger boy. They looked similar, so I assumed they were of kin. They were standing right next to the dunk tank, and as he scratched his arm underneath his sleeve he was handed a towel by one of the volunteers.

I was snapped out of the trance as a taller man tapped me on the shoulder, "Excuse me, but could you point me in the direction of the washroom?"

He didn't have an accent despite the use of the word 'washroom', but at least he had manners. "Ah, yes. I believe they are over by the rides." That was just a bullshit lie to get him away. As he walked away I still took the time to examine him, he had a mop of curly brown hair. He was tall and built decently yet he hunched over slightly as if trying to appear shorter. I scuffed to myself, he was respectable but a bit goofy, something about him made him seem like a good person to talk to. But alas, the last time I'd have someone to talk to they'd done something irrefutably vile and cruel as soon as I'd turn my back, but I dont want to think about that yet.

As I turned back to the boy with raven hair, I started to feel an insatiable hunger. I examined his features, his sharp pointed nose, his angular eyebrows, his hand had a crooked pinky. Before long, he caught me staring. He blushed and looked away while his brother started laughing. I huffed and walked away towards the vendors. How could I make such a fool of myself? Standing there and staring like a predator? I shake my head, look down at my shoes and walk towards the games. Surely, I couldn't make a fool of myself there.

I did.

As I was walking toward the ball toss, i step on my shoe lace, and fell flat on my face. I wasnt even aware my shoes laces were untied.

Fuck.

I take my hands at chest level and push myself to my feet and brush my clothes off, and hope there arent any dirt stains on the knees of my jeans. I continue to walk towards the games as I hear children's screams of glee.