APPLE FESTIVAL DAY: ONE
PART THREE.
THE BLOOD MOON HUNG LOW OVER THE BOOMING BUSTLING CROWDS OF THE APPLE FESTIVAL. Futile noisy chatter, unsettling fair instrumental music and the bracing whip of the wind all fought fiercely for the dominance of Gola's ears. All while a glittering rainbow of flashing brilliant lights, an array of deep fried chow and the overall peculiarly of the diverse people enclosing her brawled mercilessly for her sight.
She couldn't help but feel a bit regretful as the dread in her bones throbbed. Crowds were not for her. She just arrived but already felt painstakingly swamped.
Levi gave her shoulder a small squeeze and she suppressed a shiver at his cool touch. "If you don't want to talk about what happened then just say so. Don't lie and say it's ok."
Gola rolled her eyes at Levi grabbing both of his hands to place in her open scarlet hooded blazer.
"It's really ok." Gola exhaled, stepping closer to Richards. Add unsuitably dressed to her list of regrets for the night. The plaid navy skirt of her school uniform lacked length and the milky collared button down top lacked sleeves.
The two took steps forward in line.
"Don't li"- Levi stopped mid sentence, something off in the distance catching his attention.
Beaumont.
Slowly the edges Levi's lips curled. Without taking his eyes off of beau he effortlessly pulled Gola into his arms. Raising a challenging eye brow at Beau while steadily placing both his hands back into her pockets.
Beau's aesthetic face remained clear of any detectable emotion yet his fist clenched at his sides.
"Adorable." Richards chuckled, throwing back his head.
Click.
Gola snapped a quick picture of her gorgeous golden boy with her polaroid camera. At this Levi made no effort to hide his discontent. Grumbling incoherent slurs under his breath. Now it was Gola's turn to throw her head back in a girlish fit of giggles.
"Don't pout." She laughed, taking his hand and pulling him down into the Ferris wheel seat. "I thought you might come to the festival with one of your boyfriends." She added as the the wobbly cart ascended.
Both of them were on edge about the mounting elevation so the small talk was welcome. Even if it awkward.
"One multiple male companions? Dear Who do you take me for a promiscuous cad?" Levi joked, placing one of his hands across his heart as he pretended to be offended.
" God, Why are you so formal all that time?! And yes I take you as a stone cold playa." Gola replied with a smile tugging at her lips.
"I have only one companion." Levi replied as a matter of factly, scanning down into the crowd.
Gola peered into the crowd as well.
The two tensed at the same time. In result of spotting two different people.
"Who is the lucky guy?" Gola prodded without looking at him. Unfathomably she couldn't help but to let her eyes linger on a female figure down below. Sylvia.
