ROXY'S POV
I know it's not a date.
But why does it feel like one?
I stare in the mirror feeling my hair.
I hear Drew park outside my house.
I go outside.
"Damn Roxy." He said as he saw me.
I had on a mint green long sleeved crop top, white shorts, and white converse.
"I don't think I've ever seen you in something other then dancewear or lingerie." He said.
I laughed.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked.
"It's a surprise." He said.
He pulled into a packed parking lot.
"It's a carnival!" He said.
We paid for our tickets and a wristband to get in.
"What do you want to do first?" He asked.
"That." I said pointing to the swings.
"Race ya!" He said.
"Did you want to do the swings because it makes you feel tall?" He asked.
"That makes no sense at all but okay." I said.
He laughed.
We went on the carousel next.
"Why this one?" I asked.
"Cause it's fun!" He said getting on the fake horse.
"You're literally five." I said.
"Least I'm not the height of a five year old." He said.
He took me on the ferris wheel next.
"Why'd you want to go out tonight?" He asked.
"Just cause." I said.
"Just cause?" He asked.
"Okay well. When we sneak around it's fun and all but the last time we did it. I actually caught feelings. For you." I said.
"What about your rule?" He asked.
"Sometimes rules are meant to be broken." I said.
"What about Shariah?" He asked.
"I don't know man. She's your girlfriend." I said.
We reached the top.
I looked down.
"Hey." He said.
I turned my head and he kissed me.
Is this love?
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