Carson: yeah they’re adorable
Carson: you’re cute with your little cheeks ;) those pretty dimples
Me: Carson, shut up.
Carson: lol anyways i do really miss you tho lets go to the fair its gonna open when i get back
Me: The what?
Carson: the state fair, i don’t know if yall have those in korea or england, do they?
Me: I don’t think so. What is it?
Carson: aww another first with me
Carson: its like games with prizes, carnival rides and food
Me: Like Lotte World?
Carson: sorta…loool its like lotteworld but super american lmao
Me: Lotte World, America version?
Carson: lol something like that but feels more local-y tho
Me: Well whatever it is, I’ll go with you.
Even though I know I need to let my body rest a bit more, as my sessions become more intense. But Carson just lost his game, and I know how much that sucks to not do as well as you wanted to as an athlete.
Carson: that just fixed my shitty night
Carson: you’re really the best
Me: I know.
Carson: lol see that’s what I like about you
That’s what I like about you? This man is literally the worst for my sanity. And to think the one time I end up somehow allowing myself to make a friend, it’s a straight man who loves to be flirty. It’s almost as if I like being in pain. I guess it’s not the worst thing in the world.
Because the worst thing in the world would be falling in love with your friend, and I think I’ve got enough sense not to ever think of Carson in that way.
I would never let myself lose like that again.
Chapter 9
The state fair is nothing like Lotte World. Or maybe a little. We just parked the car in a dirt lot. I can hear the sounds of the crowds as soon as we get out, and the smell of popcorn hangs in the air. It looks and sounds fun; everyone looks so happy. I just didn’t realize there would be so many people, or maybe I forgot. I exhale, shifting nervously on my feet.
“You ok? We can go somewhere more quiet if you want.” Carson says, looking at me, his brows furrowed. Here I go, worrying him again.
“No! I’m fine, it’s just…The crowds is all.”
“Here…” Carson grins before grabbing my hand.
“Carson, I said I’m fine.” I roll my eyes, but his hands are warm, and I do feel a little better.
“Relax, baby.” He smirks.
I feel my cheeks getting hot, my eyes widening. I guess I got what I wanted in a way because he said it. But we’re in public. He starts laughing as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. So embarrassing.