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ninth

day the thirtieth

"Why are we here, Wren?" Harry groaned.

"I've told you a million times why we're here Harry. It's to see Luke's band." Wren hopped out of Harry's truck as he killed the engine. 

"But Wren, carnivals are so not indie." He protested, stepping out of the car.

The carousel music and squeals of utter joy could be heard all the way to the parking lot. Wren had never been that into carnivals herself. She despised rides.

"I don't really care harry. I promised Luke I would show up for their first gig, you didn't have to come." She sighed, walking over to the ticket counter. Harry followed, the gravel crunching beneath their feet.

Luke and Wren had met up a couple of times to hang out. It was a welcome distraction from her overwhelming feelings for Harry, although being with Luke gave her nowhere near the excitement she found with her indie boy. 

"Yes, I did. You barely know this Luke fellow, he could be bad news." The only reason Harry had accompanied her was to make sure she wasn't alone with a stranger. Although Wren failed to point out that's exactly what Harry was no more than a month ago. But the boy had gone full-on dad mode, probably upon realizing she didn't have one of her own.

"He wishes."

"What?"

"Nothing. But seriously, Luke is just a really sweet eighteen-year-old boy. You have nothing to worry about." Wren stopped walking to give him a reassuring smile.

Harry narrowed his eyes, but finally, let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. What's his band called anyway?"

"They don't have a name yet." Wren dug around in her purse for cash as they grow closer in line for the tickets.

"How can you be a band without a name?" He scoffed.

"Luke says they can't decide on one. nothing fitting has ever popped up. but he said the main reason is their too lazy to actually brainstorm ideas." Wren let out a grunt as she searched through her purse.

"What a bunch of teenage dirtbags." He snorted. She stopped her task and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Harry!"

"Alright, alright, I'll stop making fun of the little rejects."

"Harry."

"Okay, I'm done."

Wren was so caught up in her argument with Harry, she hadn't even noticed that he paid for both their tickets.

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"Wren, can we ride the merry go round." Harry gave her a dimpled smile, an action that made her stomach tingle.

"No harry, the performance is in less than an hour." Pushing down the undoubtedly strong feelings she has for the brit, wren scanned the area for luke.

"That's plenty of time," he complained.

"Harry, look at the line." Wren figured if she acted like she didn't care about Harry, she would get over her hopeless crush.

So far, it was wasn't working a bit.

"How about the hurl-a-whirl?"

"ew, no." Despite her hatred of rides of any sorts, she couldn't help but imagine being on one with harry.

"The balls of death?"

"How does that even sound remotely appealing?" But it did sound appealing.

If it was with Harry that is.

"I got it, the Ferris Wheel." her heart skipped a beat.

"Harry, no. we aren't going on anything." Her voice held annoyance, but in all honesty, she was thrilled with the thought Harry wanted to be with her. 

"When did you turn into such a lame ass?"

when I got friend-zoned in my bed by a very attractive boy who I have very strong feelings for. "Come on Harry, we have to go."

"Fine. but when this concert is over, your winning me a stuffed narwhal." Harry gave her a light shove.

"I'd love to, just so I could shove it up your-" Wren grumbled, slightly aggregated Luke wasn't anywhere in sight.

"Do you know that pansy over there waving his arms wildly over his head?" Harry interrupted, squinting against the harsh sunlight.

"Luke!"

"Figures," Harry muttered under his breath.

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