That One Week

Martin

It was a hot summer day in august, my two friends, Carrie and Martin, and I were more than excited. This was fair week, the best week of the year. I stepped out of the car and I could already smell the fair food. It didn't take long to find Carrie and Martin and we all took a left to get our fair passes. "Damn, this the best photo quality ever" Martin said excitedly. Honestly, he was right, I don't know how they did it but there's a least 2 pixels in my photo. "Yea, I look great in this" I said. We spent a little too long admiring the 2001 camera quality before agreeing we should probably ride a ride. "I want to go on the zipper guys come on!" Carrie complained but she was gifted with a swift 'No.' in response. "You guys are so boring" she turned away looking longingly at the large attraction in the distance. This was her edgy phase, as it was easy to see. Her pale ass face was framed by a wild head of obnoxious blue hair. Cut at a bob of course. She also wore black chokers that you just knew were bought at hot topic along with the rest of her outfit. Which was also black, I don't know who dressed her this morning but they certainly lived in 2006. "So, uh, what ride should we do first?" Martin said turning to me. He looked arguably much more normal. Despite only wearing Fall out Boy merchandise and black jeans, he was a lot more aware of what year it was and MCR's current status. "I'm eyeing that tornado over there, I don't know about you." I said, I was kind a wimp, you see. "I can roll with that" He said. It was kind of hard to talk to Martin, though because if there was the slightest breeze his lion mane of hair covered his entire head. So I just accepted that I'd be taking to a lint ball stuck on a body for today. "Does that sound good to you Carrie?" He asked her. She murmured something about the zipper on reply as we dragged her to the tornado. The tornado is a big triangle with extrusions that have four seats on the end of them. You could spin them at leisure, too. And this was the shit for me because I'm a toddler in my taste in rides. And that was solidified by the fact we were surrounded by kids, the oldest of which were about 8. We stood out like a sore thumb, except for Carrie. She was probably 3'1 and looked right at home. Well kinda, take a second grader and grind them through a Crankthatfrank playlist and there she is. But her edginess was hard to spot though because she was shorter than the rest of the kids. After waiting eagerly for about ten minutes we reached the front of the line. The carnie working the ride looked like he wanted to die. (Not in a Carrie way) Martin Gasped from beside me. I followed his line of sight to see him staring at the carnie. You could almost see the heart eyes from his head. He couldn't take his eyes off of the carnie even as we boarded the ride. Just to solidify this already guaranteed crush, the carnie started playing 'Sugar we're going down' and Martin lost it. "H-he's emo????" he stuttered "What? I heard the e word" Carrie jumped in. The ride started and we all started singing, a bit too enthusiastically. The carnie took notice. As we got off the ride he complemented our music taste. You could see Martins legs turn to jelly. "What do you think his name is?" Martin asked "Probably a normie name like Brad" Carrie answered, everyone in earshot cringed into disfiguration. "No, someone who listens to Fall out Boy definitely isn't named Brad," I added "I say we give him a nickname, a code name if you will." "Yea I think I have an idea," Martin thought this over for a little "Scene carnie." We all agreed. Needless to say, we kept going back to that ride all night. Tensions rose with every go. You could see something growing between Martin and scene carnie.