Just a boy and a girl

Chapter 1

Kenzie's P.O.V

July 2016

It's hot. I notice such as I am taking the cooler out of the truck and placing it between our canopy and Al's. These people in this group are basically Grandpa's best friends. I know them all well, seeing that I grew up with them teaching me about tractors. This group consists of my grandpa, Terry, and his best friends, Al and Dennis. Sometimes Ohio Denny is here, but he didn't come this year. Dennis has two grandkids that I have grew up with here as well. I honest to God don't even know their names, one is at least 3 years older than me, I'd say, and the younger one is about my age. The latter gets cuter every year. 

After everything is unpacked, I ask my grandpa if I can go. I don't even have to say where, it's been the same place for almost 9 years. He nods and tells me to keep my phone on me. I smile, kiss him on the cheek, and practically run towards the back corner of the show grounds. I take out my phone and troll Instagram while walking, it takes a solid 4 minutes for me to walk down the dusty makeshift road that goes down the right side of the show. When I'm almost to the back corner, I smell smoke and burning wood, and I know that Brooklynn's family is here already.

 I put my phone in my back pocket and I look up, seeing the frowning figure in a white plastic chair, her arms folded over her chest  and a scowl on her face, like almost every time I walk over here in the morning. My best friend is a lot of things, but a morning person is definitely not one of them. As soon as I know she can hear me, I say, "Get up blondie, it's time to explore." She looks up at me and smiles, and her parents greet me with smiles. 

She says, "Okay blondie, let's go." I wave goodbye to her parents, and her mom tells us to behave. I assure her that we always do, and we start walking along the back of the showgrounds to the single place that we always are at during the show. It becomes such a habit that no words are said between us as we walk that pertain to where we're going, because that would be silly. When we get there, Brooklynn hops up the stairs first, and then I put the stairs up and use my slightly longer legs and hoist myself onto the wooden frame of our sacred place. 

"I missed the people mover," I tell Brooklynn. She agrees. We never say anything about missing each other when we see each other, because it's a waste of words. We spend a total of three days together and never see each other for the rest of the year. We immediately jump into our usual conversations. At 8:30 in the morning on the first day of the show, the only people that are here are the members and the people that are practically members. Brooklynn and I fit into the latter category, seeing that we have come here basically all our lives. Brooklynn is one year older than me, but we act about the same age. 

I love her so much.