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"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid," Clyde thought. He berated himself over and over again for leaving Abbie all by herself so suddenly at the bakery stand. He felt genuinely awful for running away from his friend, likely leaving her in an awkward position with Lilac at the stand. Clyde depended so much on Abbie it felt strange being without her presence near him. Hell, at this point, not having Abbie next to him was like having an unfinished puzzle. He would have to make it up to her later.
"Yo, Clydesdale. How's it hanging? Want a sammich?"
It was a tall red headed boy holding out a sandwich. Clyde felt rather awful that he new Clyde's name and not the other way around. However, it would not be surprising if his undeserved delinquent reputation followed him to high school. If this boy believed those rumors, why would be be talking to Clyde? Unless there was a more sinister motive behind it. Many times, tougher and much more scarier boys have tried to fight Clyde to gain fame. But judging by his sincerity, there was probably nothing ominous behind the gesture.
"Thank you kindly for the offer, but I'd feel terrible takin' your lunch," said Clyde. His face returned to that intimidating stoic expression he was incapable of discarding. It did Clyde an injustice as he means well, but the face behind the words could never convey what he meant. Sometimes it comes off as patronizing, other times it made his sentences intimidating and forceful.
"Not to say that I, uh, am callin' you poor. That's not what I meant. I mean, unless you are, then I totally understand 'cause I don't got much either. You know, comin' from less than favorable circumstances. Uh, but all's I'm sayin' is that I am thankful for the gesture...."
Clyde placed his hands on his hips and kicked rocks for a few seconds completely embarrassed about the babble that came out of his mouth. He should really work on his people skills. The boy reached out with his hand and placed a crooked smile on his face to show friendliness. After all, smiles are the friendliest of expressions!
"Name's Clyde Lee... unless you already knew that... I think you do. Right, uh, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Oh hey, he calls me 'Clydesdale' 'cause I'm so big. Pretty funny," chuckled Clyde internally.
Just a head's up, I'll be away for a few days. Might be available Saturday. Depends on how Friday goes. Sorry to those planning on interactions with Clyde.
"...With the help of Mr. Samson....he's my cat..."
What have you done to me?
"It was a pleasure to met you," blurted out Clyde. "I hope to see you again."
The boy, forgetting the bag of cookies on the counter, rushed off away from the stall clutching his chest in obvious pain. He ran from both Abbie and Lilac to a more secluded area in the carnival grounds with distress clearly printed on his face. He had only felt this same feeling once in middle school, but this time it was more intense. He felt so weak that his legs could barely support his weight, and the world around him spun round and round, his vision blurred for only a moment before he could focus on something lovely. But his thoughts always ran back to one person. And that person held such power over him. He had seen her so many times before at the community center, so why now, of all times, did this eruption of weakness made itself present? But, oddly enough, it was like this whole new world emerged before his eyes.
Was the sun always this warm? And the air smells lovely. The wind cools my skin and brings the scent of pastries. Is that music playing? I can hear it so well.
But when he thought of her his body grew weak again. He felt so helpless against this invisible force, like the life from his body was being drained, and he could only watch as his strength withered away. Clyde hated feeling weak and not in control of his own body. It made him scared, fearful, like when he was a child.
"I have to avoid her..." he thought. She was the one causing this thing happening to him. And though the thought of being away from her pained him, it was far better to feel this hurt than to feel the weakness.
Ah, those eyes, whose crystal pools I wish to drink from. Let me take in your glory, your strength, and marvel in your absolute wonder. Leave me be, resting in the warmth of your light, left in a stupor of your majesty. Oh Circe, have you come to lure me to your island? Would you transform me into a beast? No, though your beauty lures me into your grasp, like honey bees drawn to blossoms, it is also your strength that guides my heart. Oh! How I wish to caress your muscles and feel the tone of your sculpted flesh, to cushion my head upon your crafted stomach, to feel every valley and crevice of your being. My eyes swoon as your body dances in the ring, studying your movements like a diligent student, leader to the cabal of my soul. Lead me into battle and I will follow your sword. Tell me to perish and I will jump upon the wire. Ah! How you make me incoherent, leaving me babble on like an invalid. I am a servant to your soul.
"...I've seen you before...you box...at the community center..."
"Uh..."
"He does! And he just loves to observe others techniques. Oh and thanks!! God, your pastries are great. Clydey kept on mentioning how he wanted me to try these. I usually just get something creme filled at your shop."
Thank God for Abbie. Does she know how much of a life saver she is? Chalk it up to the growing list of "times Ab has saved my bacon." Whether she knew it or not, the gal had a way with speaking to others that eases the mind and the tension. Without her, Clyde would have been a lonelier and miserable person.
"You're around my age...15, right? Hmm.. This place owned by your family?"
Oh! She is trying to gather more information! Clyde knew Abbie long enough to accurately guess what she was thinking (at certain times of course). Abbie looked up to him with a quick glance and had a facial expression that said "do you already know her name?" Clyde looked back at Abbie with a face that read "yes I do." Abbie, also familiar with Clyde's mind quickly retorted with an expression of "Jesus, you're stalking her aren't you? You're too big to stalk anyone." And Clyde, in his infinite wisdom, shot her a glance that read "I wasn't stalking her! I was just watching her and... oh."
Poor Clyde would have ran away right then and there, but he genuinely wanted to know more about Lilac.
I've taken some liberties with the last post, apologies for any inconvenience.
Location: Various Stalls
Interactions: | Abbie McGumffery @sakurasan | Lilac Rider @Framing A Moose |
What was originally planned was Abbie dragging Clyde through various stalls and stands, speaking to people Clyde prefer to keep his distance from (mainly girls), and silent agony of awkwardness. Instead, it was Clyde that dragged Abbie through the carnival stalls awing at the various games. It had been his first carnival experience and he was enjoying it. Despite being terrible at so many of the games, it did not bother Clyde one bit. He overthrew too many times at ring toss, bean bags went over the board in cornhole, and for a guy who likes to shoot guns he was awful at the squirt gun booth. But his smile never faltered. And that was the real Clyde showing. Remember the boy as a child at heart, filled with endless wonder at the world around him, and his laughter which brought the endless winter in his heart to thaw.
It was not until the high striker booth did someone recognize Clyde. The operator was familiar with Clyde's amateur boxing record and was delighted that the boy himself was present at the booth. Though Clyde tried many times to down play his record (and embarrassment of being put in the spotlight), it always feels nice having lovely things said about him. Though, in all truth, Abbie's encouragement was always enough for the boy. But it did not hurt having the extra ego boost.
"Say, let me take a few swings at you," said the operator. Clyde rubbed the back of his head preferring not to be a show off in front of all these people, but seeing as many eyes avoided him already, he figured it was safe to practice. He turned to Abbie for a moment with an intensity burning in his eyes, silently apologizing for not giving the girl the opportunity to do what she wanted.
After stretching for a few minutes Clyde was ready. At first the operator was going about his jabs halfheartedly, likely out of fear of injuring the boy. But once the operator saw that Clyde was no amateur, he stepped up his game. Clyde weaved around the man's jabs using as little energy as possible with a large grin plastered all over his face. It was like watching a dance. He moved with grace and elegance, turning from side to side, swaying like a waltz around a chorus of fists. In itself, the scene was beautiful, watching a master work his craft.
"Go a little faster," coaxed Clyde. The operator was all too willing to see Clyde show off. The boy did not want to admit it but he liked displaying his skills. It made him feel special.
The strikes became more intense forcing Clyde to go harder. His eyes watched the subtle movements in the muscle giving him clues as to where the operator's next launch would come from. And soon he had his whole torso moving about with speed and grace. The final punch from the operator just barely nicked Clyde's nose causing the boy to back off for a bit, caught off guard that he let one slip. But he smiled warmly and thanked the operator for his time. The operator was obviously impressed, and Clyde himself was happy to have had this little bout with the man. The two shook hands with a higher respect between the two, one which did not need words to understand. Clyde, completely forgetting Abbie was with him, turned around and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Ah... sorry 'bout that, Ab. Got carried away. Tell you what, lemme make it up to ya'," he apologized.
Once more Clyde was dragging Abbie somewhere else in the maze of booths and stands. The two found themselves in front of the Rider's bakery booth with various confectioneries displayed in full view. There was a certain beauty to the cookies the Rider's made. Each one unique with their own crevices and dips, colors and smells, taste and texture. Clyde's eyes silently cataloged every single curve and bend taking in the mixture of shapes and sizes. His stomach growled with a maelstrom of anticipation, agonizingly teasing his taste buds with wild delight. Alas! With the cash in his pocket he could only afford a half dozen short bread cookies. Oh well, Clyde knew Abbie would like them.
Clyde slipped the bills from his pocket and gently placed them on the counter.
"Half dozen-"
His eyes caught her. Black shirt, black hoodie, blue jeans, but memories of the community center flooded his eyes, toned muscles, graceful movements, strong fighting stance, such raw power emanating from her being. Before him stood a goddess, sitting so far up in the heavens, or like the stars in the night sky, shining brighter than any beam of light, outshining anything man was capable of creating. In that moment time grew infinite and the world around him disappeared. There was nothing else but a stage centered on two characters alone, an audience to only God Himself. The boy's eyes were a slave to her infinite brightness, his body feeling nothing but the warmth of her soul. And only then did he know what it was like to be an ant reflected in the eyes of a lion.
Clyde wanted to vomit.
"H-half do... dozen... uh... short b-b-bread... cookies please," he stammered, unable to look Lilac in her eyes.
In his heart, where fallow fields loom, where cold winds blew a deafening sorrow, where uncultivated lands grew thorns to prick the hands of those daring enough to venture, a single bud rose from the ground. Fragile, soft, weak, but emitting a faint aura in this bleak land.
"Clydey!! Wasn't hard to find you since you just stick out like a fucking sore thumb.
The sound of Abbie's voice initially made Clyde jump. Call it a natural reaction to a decade of wake up pranks and being scared around corners. But that was an aspect of life Clyde would never change. When he saw Abbie his whole world brightened up. Though he was not sure if she had realized it, Abbie had given Clyde a heart full of life and joy. As soon as she popped up beside him, Clyde smiled. And this smile was genuine. It was as sweet as honey and warm like the rising morning sun. In the brief moment Clyde had smiled, it was a moment where his barriers were broken revealing his true person underneath. Wanting only to care, to love, and to befriend those who would accept him. But then the moment faded away into the abyss giving in to his insecurities that rose from the deep. That stone hard exterior protected his soft core from the outside world. That stoic face returned.
"Your smile... It would be great. If it didn't scare the shit out of people."
"It does?" asked Clyde inquisitively.
"But I mean, your smile is great if you just do it.. I dunno, fucking naturally? Whatever man. Nothing wrong with your facial expressions."
Clyde thought about Abbie's words. A natural smile? Clyde tried the smile again, but the reaction of those behind Abbie made it clear it did not work. Clyde shrugged.
"Anyways, I've spotted a bunch of hotties here. And I saw Sundance. Know her? She's a cutie. No homo?"
Sundance? He had never heard of her before. The prospect of meeting new people was not bad, but if they were females it made his stomach churn. The thought made his heart race and his knees weak. It brought up memories of an event in his childhood and it made him feel weak, vulnerable, uncomfortable, and sick. "Ah... I don't know 'em," he chuckled nervously.
"Anyways. Want to hit the stalls?"
"Let's do that. I'm starvin' and somethin' smells good out there."
I see what y'all mean, I edited my post for clarity. I appreciate the heads up.
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