Flick of the Wrist ↠Maylor↞✔

I13I - Wheel

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Brian and I admire the tiny decorative rocks placed on this small table with a cute old woman sitting behind with a smile on her face. Brian and I have been holding hands for a while ever since we had left that field earlier, and neither of us refuses to let go. I know I don't want to. It seems like the woman is enjoying the sight of us just glancing down at our hands.

I look at this one small rock with glitter and a deep blue paint, with a small fish displayed on it, very detailed. I can't help but point it out to Brian happily. "I like this one."

"Aw, that one's cute." He looks up to the woman sitting in the folding chair, "How much for this one?"

She raises her faded brows, but then she smiles and leans up forward. "I don't normally do things for strangers, but may I paint you both a small rock for free?"

Brian and I share a look, and I look back at her. "A rock for us?"

"Two, actually... I admire what you two have the confidence for, in a terrifying society like this..."

Only some things click in my head, or maybe conclusions. She seems very sweet, but I don't want to leave without paying her even if she hadn't painted two for us.

Brian chimes in before I can. "That sounds lovely- Thank you very much."

"Fantastic!" She happily says, then we watch as she bends over to under the table with a couple of grunts before sitting back up with two small rocks and a couple of paintbrushes, "Your names?"

"I'm Brian and he's Roger."

She nods happily and we just stand and see her paint rather fast, surprisingly for someone her age, I would assume she would have taken things steady, but she seems to outline perfectly even just moving quickly. I lean my head on Brian's shoulder and I listen to his soft laugh and he runs the back of my palm as usual. We've been like this all week, but now it's less forced and wanted, but it feels more natural as we basically hold each other.

I know by tomorrow at least, I'll have doubts about everything though I'm enjoying the moment now? I'm still dating Cory and he's dating Chrissie. Things like that aren't so easy to just drop, at least I know for me, I have no clue how Cory would react... but I have a pretty damned close one.

It's scarier considering the fact that Brian feels the same way, at least he said he did. I'm still distancing myself from showing him the letters on my wrist... maybe that could escalate into something when I'm not fully sure about this, even though I like it. Just because I like holding Brian's hand, being with him, kissing him, and holding me does not mean that this will last forever.

Before I even notice properly, the lady stands and sets them out onto the counter near the others, and Brian and I scramble to lean over to take a look. His hand loosens in mine and a huge grin appears on my face.

On one rock there is a colorful Ferris wheel, resembled the one in this festival and the other rock has the same exact design of it. The only difference is that both of them have one of our names. One simply has "Brian" in black painted cursive underneath the Ferris wheel while the other one just has "Roger".

The woman smiled at our reactions, "I can sense this is a very important night for you two, perhaps something special that contributes to your lives. To remember this time, you both shall take the rock of the opposite name."

How'd she know?

Hearing that, my heart melts refusing to think of any consequence and I start to reach out for the "Brian" rock but the woman stops me just with a few words. "No, no. You boys must let them dry first. It will take at least 30 minutes for them to fully dry. I will keep them safe here and you guys should go do something while waiting. I am aware the concert has already ended," she sets her wrinkly finger on her chin, "But the Ferris wheel is open."