How will Jace navigate life alone?
Will her actions be right or will the only benefit her?
Would she ever avenge East?
Would she find out the truth for their child?
Could she ever love again ?
Chris & I got fucked up during our pregaming session and we even smoked a little bit. Chris took us to the perfect place to be high, the county fair.
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Chris: Ima win lil lady like 20 stuffed animals. Watch.
Jace: We'll keep it at 2 or 3 she already got too much Shit in her room.
We get to the first game. Where you have to aim the water gun & shoot it in the target to reach the top.
Jace: You should be a pro at this.
I laugh but stop myself thinking of how dark that joke was.
Chris gives me a sly smirk.
*DING DING DING*
No surprise to anyone Chris was the winner and he won Kailee a stuffed Elsa doll. We walk around and eventually found our way to the bar getting two slushies mixed wit alcohol.
Chris: You wanna go on the Ferris wheel so we can enjoy these?
He asks raising his cup. I nodd yes.
We were about to walk into a crowd of people and Chris reaches back for my hand to hold while he led the way. I cupped my hand to his & as we exited out of the crowd we never let go and I actually enjoyed it. Felt like it had been forever since I've had affection or real intimacy.
Chris: That man in front got a big ass milk dud head just like yo daddy.
I laugh slapping Chris in his chest.
Jace: I wanna hear you say that to Don's face!
A empty cart finally rolls up for us to get in. Chris grips around my waist leading me up the stairs and let's me get inside first. We sit down and he wraps his arm around me. The ride was slowly making its time around. I stare at the perfect sunset with its pinks and oranges dancing across the sky. I could feel Chris's thumb making circles around my bare arm.
