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Carnival pt. 1

Robin and Finney are not dating in this story.

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Robins pov-
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The sound of the popcorn machines and joyful tunes in the background of my mind held me on my toes. I haven't been to a carnival or any event of the sort in at least 3 years since I saw him last. I'm nervous. My brain is clouded with anxiety and I am rethinking my decisions leading up to this point. Carnivals make me nostalgic. The summer after 8th grade ended, two 13 year old boys coming and riding to the top of the Farris wheel every night for weeks on end. It's hard to accept to let go of something, or someone—in my case, that shared beautiful moments in time that were supposed to be never ending. Two days before 9th grade, two crying boys laying in each others arms while fore playing their future in their minds now that they were faced with an impossible obstacle to overcome. They knew the outcome was absolute, and neither one wanted to waste time in changing, instead spending every moment together before their relationship was forgotten by each other. Laying in the shadows, it wouldn't be another two years before the two boys reunited, and now it was finally time—after that relationship that was so full of love and affection was long gone, only remaining as strangers, only when the look each other in the eyes, they will still know every single thing about each other, but nothing lasts forever. Pretty sad story, right? I would confidently agree, even if it feels like a shard of glass sliding down my throat as I speak the words. I'm more nervous now. The sounds of the machinery around me had floated away from my mind, for it was a full fog of memories that I had tried so hard to forget in all of this time. Would he be the same? Would he look different? What if he doesn't like who I am now?

I grasped at the bench I was perched at, forcefully dragging myself out of the hurtful thoughts. I calmed myself, keeping a reminder that we aren't together anymore, we are friends who are meeting again as a casual hang out. Long strands of my black hair crowded my face, but I couldn't be bothered to put on my bandana. It used to be my favorite accessory, but there's been a refusal to wear it in my mind ever since the day he left. I prepared myself mentally, checking the time on my phone to read 5:28 pm.
I remembered Finney Blake's fluffy brown locks of hair, and his dark brown eyes that looked like pure tea and honey. I remember the delightful spark in his eyes every day, gleaming of hope and patience for the world around him. I admired him a lot back then. Im grown up now. I'm starting my last year of high school pretty soon, it is July 3rd. In the contextual sight of things, I was only a nervous wreck  because I knew that the second I saw his face again, everything I tried so hard to shut out will come rushing back like a River that flows into my heart.
It was then that I realized I probably looked like actual shit. I didn't really take care of my appearance anymore, it didn't bother me to walk around and look bad usually, but now I saw it as a big deal. I started grudging my fingers through my hair, flattening my clothes right onto my shoulders and making sure my boots looked clean. I had big bags under my eyes, they never went away. My hair had grown a bunch since then, but I refuse to cut the head of hair his hands once held and played with so peacefully. My breath was hitching, but I had no time to back out now. I had to face him. I'm terrified.

I felt a warm touch of gentle fingers place themselves firmly on my shoulder. I held my breath, looking slightly behind me with hope in my eyes. When the all to familiar eyes met mine, the feelings I hid from my heart exploded almost astronomically. He had a light and welcoming smile on his face, looking the exact same as he did in my memory 3 years ago.
"Hi, Robin." The boy greeted, instantly bringing butterflies through my stomach. While my head was exploding with thoughts, the only thing I could manage out were the words, "Hi, Finney Blake." The spark in his puppy eyes was present, and it seemed to emphasize the thought to me. He is the same old Finney.

He sat beside me, tapping the sides of the bench with the tips of his fingers awkwardly. "How, uh, how have you been?" I saw the dedication in his eyes, knowing he was excited to talk but was trying to figure me out. I took a deep breath, realizing that I knew him so well, and he knows me so well. There is no reason to be nervous.
"Well, it depends. Do you mean overall, recently, or what?" I kept my voice calm, internally shaking. He let out a small chuckle, not making any attempt to answer my question. Instead, he tilted his head towards the rides, tapping his feet to the rhythm of the music. "Want to go to the top of the Farris wheel?" He suddenly stated, looking into my eyes intriguingly. My thinking stopped, new flashbacks facing my mind. "Sure."

Ill publish part two soon!!!! Thank you guys so much for all of your support the last 2 years ❤️