(AH I FORGOT ABOUT MY CHILD)
The rollercoaster, after a couple more loops and several sharp, came to an abrupt stop. Sam heaved a sigh and went to unbuckle his seatbelt, forgetting that he was still holding Ezra’s hand. He quickly withdrew his hand and proceeded to turn around, hiding the redness of his face. They got unbuckled and stepped off of the ride. As they went through the exit, Sam said to Ezra, “That was incredible! How did you keep a level head during that ride?” I mean, there is something weird about him, in a mysterious way… He thought to himself.
Ezra sighed, his pale complexion and sullenly good looks helping to hide the massive blush on his face. He started to feel empty as Sam let go.
"Most things just don't do it for me anymore." He explained. "I dunno why, that's just the way it is." He paused. "You wanted to see my bike?" He asked, atill red in the face. He loosened his tie, and ran a hsnd through his hair.
What the Hell is wrong with you… Ezra? He scolded himself inwardly.
Sam pondered it for a moment, but said “We haven’t even eaten any carnival food yet! What would my life be without extremely unhealthy fatty food…” He gave Ezra a firm pat on the shoulder then ran to one of the food booths. He looked back to see if Ezra would follow, then spoke to himself, Was that too weird? And I kinda grabbed his hand, God I hope I’m not scaring him off.
"I guess you're right…" Ezra said, starting to follow the other msn over. He pulled out his wallet. Rifling through it, and approached both Sam and the counter. He took out a few bills, sliding them over the counter and looking Sam in the eye. He looked back.
"What do you want, Sam?" He asked, putting his wallet away. He stood there waiting, looking around again.
“I’ll have to go with a funnel cake, my all time favorite.” He tapped his fingers against the counter and was about to order until he realized Ezra might want something. “Oh hey, sorry, what do you want? And you don’t have to pay.” Sam assured him while glancing over the options.
"It's fine." Ezra said, while ordering a huge mug of beer and a turkey leg. "You want a cup of beer, don't you?" He asked. He realized how imposing that sounded and reprimanded himself inwardly.
Sam gave Ezra one of his soft smilesTM. ”Sure, thanks for offering.” He took a seat at a nearby picnic table while waiting for the food and trying to calm his nerves. This isn’t like a date, right? It’s just some hanging out… I think. Sam asked himself.
Ezra sipped his massive mug of beer as he waited for their food to arrive. He found it strange thst a day of unwinding could turn into a date with a guy like Sam. He wasn't complaining, though, as Sam was handsome, a sweetheart, and totally his type. He sipped again. He smiled, a rare expression for his sullen face, it was an evanescent one though.
(Sorry, Halloween was kinda hectic)
Sam bounced his leg up and down and as he saw Ezra smiling, he couldn’t help but do the same, Ezra’s smile was the very infectious kind. “What is it?” He asked. Inside, his mind raced. So he’s probably not smiling like that because of me… Is his beer really that good? Maybe it’s the carnival smell, or the rollercoaster. Maybe he’s smiling because I look stupid daintily sipping at the beer.
"Just the strangeness of today." Ezra said, his face the usual almost-scowl he wore everywhere. He saw a waiter coming their way with a turkey leg and funnel cake.
"So, uh, how's today going?" Ezra asked the man across from him. The waiter set the food down.
(Hey what time of year would you say it is for them?)
Sam gladly took his funnel cake and scoffed. “It’s gotten a lot better since I came here. This morning when I got up, I tripped on my cat and nearly broke my nose. I skipped breakfast cuz of how late I got up and spilled coffee and what I was wearing.” He sighed. “I changed of course, but still. Here, however, it’s been great! The rollercoaster was amazing, now I’m eating something I love with a great guy I just met. Sorry for ranting, by the way.” Sam took a bite of funnel cake and scratched his ear.
(I dunno, maybe between the end of summer and beginning of Autumn!)
Ezra started to devour his turkey leg. His kind needed lots of calories to be able to use their abilities. He was glad for the heat too. That helped.
"That sucks." He said, sipping his beer again. "If you need a favor, just seek me out." Ezra called. Before taking out his notepad and pen, and scrawling something down. He gave it to Sam. "Here you go." He replied.
(If I don’t respond for an hour or two, it’s because my iPad is at 1% sorry)
(Hello! I apologize and I am back, I charged up my iPad about 10 minutes ago since I’m super lazy, and I’ll put up a response in the next few minutes.)
It's ok… I just wanted to bump this up… Take your time!
Sam took the paper and slightly blushed. “Thanks,” He said while folding it into his pocket. He then pushed his funnel cake over and Ezra and asked, “Do you wanna bite? It’s hardly sufficient but tastes amazing! Fried, sugary goodness.”
"You want any turkey?" Ezra offered in return, examining the funnel cake. He held the leg out for Sam to take a bite out of. It wasn't very fancy, but it would do. "It's some savory-ass turkey, kinda salty too." He said, looking around. He looked back at Sam.
(100th post!)
“Sure! I love a good turkey leg.” He took a bite of it while surveying the other carnival activities. There were small children chasing each other around, couples winning prizes for other, people selling tickets, all the things you’d see at any old fair. It reminded Sam of how not normal he was, but he redirected his attention to Ezra. “Let’s play a game. I’ll tell you 2 truths and one lie about me, and you’ll have to guess which is which, it’s kinda like an icebreaker! Are you down?”
