The Farmhand's Crush

Chapter: 17

A few days after our unforgettable night together, Nic and I were sitting at the my kitchen table, a pile of colorful flyers scattered between us. The small town was buzzing with excitement about an upcoming artist festival, and we were determined to help organize it.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this," I said, glancing at Nic with a mix of excitement and nerves. "An artist festival in this town could really bring the community together!"

"Absolutely City, It's a great way to showcase local talent and bring everyone out," Nic replied, his enthusiasm infectious. He grabbed a marker and began sketching out ideas for the layout of the event.

We had been brainstorming ways to incorporate local artists, musicians, and even food vendors. The festival would take place in the park, with booths set up for artwork, live performances, and interactive workshops. It felt ambitious, but I could see the vision coming together.

Our own artworks would even be showcased there.

"We should reach out to the schools and local art groups," I suggested, leaning closer to the table. "They might want to participate."

"Great idea City, I'll draft up an email," Nic said, his fingers flying over his phone. "And we should also create a social media page to promote it. Especially if we end up doing this every year."

As we worked, the ideas flowed freely. We discussed everything from types of art to include, to activities for kids, and even a small food truck area. It felt thrilling to be part of something that could bring so much joy to the community.

"Let's also include a spot for local musicians to perform," Nic suggested, his eyes lighting up. "We can set up a small stage. Just promise no more then two drinks." He laughed at me, I flushed red remembering what happened last time I saw live music.

"I know a few bands and artists who would love to perform," I replied, my mind racing with possibilities.

We spent the entire afternoon drafting plans and making calls. The more we organized, the more excited I became. I loved the feeling of working together toward a common goal, our ideas melding seamlessly as we bounced them off each other.

"Okay, we've got a lot to do, but I think we're off to a great start!" Nic said, looking over our notes with satisfaction.

"Agreed, When is the festival again?" I asked, checking the flyer.

"Two weeks from Saturday," he replied, glancing at me. "That gives us just enough time to pull everything together."

I felt a rush of adrenaline. "Let's do this! We'll need to divide and conquer."

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Over the next few days, we dove into preparations, splitting our tasks. Nic focused on reaching out to artists and musicians, while I contacted local businesses and organized supplies. It was a whirlwind of activity, but the anticipation of the festival kept us motivated.

As the week progressed, I was amazed at how much support we received from the community. Local artists were eager to showcase their work, and small businesses were excited to be a part of it. Each day brought new messages and confirmations, filling me with hope and excitement.

On the morning of the festival, I woke up with a mix of nerves and exhilaration. The sun was shining, and it felt like the perfect day for our event. I quickly got ready, putting on a comfortable sundress and a pair of sneakers—perfect for a day filled with activity.

When I arrived at the park, I was greeted by a buzz of energy. Vendors were setting up their booths, and artists were displaying their work. Nic was already there, directing traffic and helping everyone get settled. I think even people ffrom other towns had come over in support.

"Faye You made it" he called out, rushing over to give me a quick hug. "Everything looks amazing!"

"It really does! I can't believe how much we pulled together in a coupke weeks. i have been waiting for this moment since out first picnic" I said, surveying the park filled with colorful displays and happy chatter.

"Thanks to you! I couldn't have done this without your help," he replied, his eyes sparkling with pride.

As the festival kicked off, people began to arrive, laughter and music filling the air. I walked around with Nic, greeting artists and attendees, feeling the excitement build as the day unfolded.

"Look at that painting!" I said, pointing to a vibrant mural created by a local artist. "It's stunning!"

"Right? The talent in this town is incredible," Nic replied, his admiration evident.

Throughout the day, we wandered from booth to booth, soaking in the creativity surrounding us. I watched as children painted and crafted at an interactive booth, while others danced to the live music playing on the small stage.

"This is everything we hoped it would be," I said, my heart swelling with happiness.

"Absolutely. I'm so glad we did this," he said, squeezing my hand as we moved to the next booth where a painting that Nic had done, it was of me on Bella the first horse I rode with him, it was so beautiful and it captured the moment so well.

As the afternoon rolled on, we took a moment to step back and admire the festival from a distance. The park was alive with people—families laughing, friends chatting, and artists sharing their work.

"Can you believe we organized all of this?" I asked, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over me.

"It's incredible. And I couldn't have asked for a better partner to do it with," Nic said, his gaze steady on mine.

Our connection felt deeper amidst the creativity and community. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the park, I realized just how much this experience had brought us closer.

"Let's take a moment and enjoy this view," I suggested, leading him to a quieter corner of the park where we could watch the festivities unfold.

We found a spot on a grassy hill, and as we sat side by side, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. The festival was a success, and it felt like a celebration of everything we had created together.

"Thank you for everything, Nic," I said softly, looking over at him. "This day means so much to me."

"Me too, Mia. I'm really grateful for you," he replied, his expression earnest.

In that quiet moment, the world around us faded into the background. I could feel the energy of the festival, but all I could focus on was him. Our eyes locked, and the connection we shared felt electric.

As the last notes of the live band filled the air, I leaned in closer, our shoulders touching. The world felt perfect, and I knew this was just the beginning of many adventures together.

"Ready for round two?" Nic asked, breaking the moment with a grin.

"Always," I replied, laughing as we jumped up to rejoin the festivities, hand in hand, ready to embrace whatever came next.