I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar room. The last thing I remember is getting a ride home but I must've fallen asleep. The sun is out so I slide out of the queen size bed. I'm still in my clothing from the night before so that's good.
I leave the room and end up wandering around the house until I find the front door. I feel bad about not saying thank you but I don't feel right being here. When I open the front door I see the surprised face of the man from last night.
"What are you doing? Go back inside." He demands with a confused expression,
"Thank you for letting me stay here over night but I have to leave." I say as I begin to walk outside,
"If this is about your stuff I'll replace it all with brand new stuff." He began shooing me back in the house,
"Knock it off! I don't know you people and I want to go back to my hotel."
"(Y/N) I'm trying to be reasonable but you're making me angry." He says rubbing his temples.
"If it bothers you this much Mr. Mott I'll come back to visit, but I've been here long enough." I sigh in defeat. He looks at me quizzically but soon his expression relaxes. A small smile forms on his face. "Mr. Mott was my father just call me Dandy. I'm on my way back to the Freakshow I could take you home after." He offered motioning to the car. Accepting his offer I get into the car. Aside from his humming the car ride is silent. We arrived at the freak show and he asks me to wait in the car. I wait about 10 minutes until he comes out the tent, but now he's in a mood. He angrily gets into the car. Although I'm right next to him he seems to forget that I'm there. He startled me when he began banging his head against the steering wheel while yelling "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" When I realize he's having a tantrum I call out to him, "Dandy!" And when I do he seems surprised by my presence. He only looks at me for a little while and then asks me where I'm going. I tell him and he starts to drive. He's acting as if nothing happened but now I'm kind of worried. His forehead is bleeding but he's just ignoring it. When we get to the hotel I just look at him for a while, but he starts getting annoyed. "What is it?" He snaps at me finally fed up with the staring,
"Your forehead is bleeding want me to clean it up for you? You can just come upstairs."
"It's nothing, it's just a scratch. I'm fine, now get out"
"Just come on." I say forcing him out the car. He doesn't seem too happy about it but he's not really fighting me. When we get up to my room and I let him sit on the bed while I get a cotton ball and some alcohol. He flinches at the sudden pain but easily gets used to it. When I'm done cleaning it I put a bandaid on his forehead. "Why did you do that?" He Squints at me,
"Well you don't seem like a bad guy and I would like to be friends." And after I said that Dandy looked like a kid in a candy store.
