#not fucking fair i just wanna be in my lil ranch house all day and just vibe

[mueritos]

hoy me dijo mi mama que en mexico (mi padre esta allá para ver su ma este semana) los vendedores llegan a las casas para vender comido y otras cositas para que nadie se sale de la casa y pues 😭ahora quiero regresarme jajaja 

#not fucking fair i just wanna be in my lil ranch house all day and just vibe #smh

[winniewils]

{The} Teenager Chronicles • Part Two •

Winnie was wearing a shirt that had stripes and flowers on it. Her jeans were mom-style and she had on bulky, black sandals. Fairs were still entirely new to her after growing up in New York City her entire life, but this was her in third one in Brooksville and she was excited for kettle corn. Miss Nora had given each of the kids twenty dollars to do what they would with it, and Winnie hit a vegetarian food truck first before getting in line at the popcorn stand. This year there were different flavors too. Tiny bags of ranch and white cheddar and bacon flavored popcorn sat on stands and she was tempted to snag them all, but she didn’t. Winnie paid five dollars for her usual medium sized bag and went on her way, tripping off of the sidewalk and into the street. Birdie was the first to catch up with her. Then Seymour, Steven, and Arthur and his girlfriend. A couple of fans came and said hello, but other than that, the pack traveled pretty smoothly through the crowds and the games and the noises. Then, kinda all at once, everyone dispersed and Winnie agreed to take Lily Bleu on the humongous slide at the edge of the fair. 

When they got to the tippy-top, Lily yipped, “We can see all of Brooksville from here!”  “Mm. I don’t think we’re up that high, Lil.” “Yeah huh!” She smiled such a big smile Winnie couldn’t crush her dreams, “We’re like Rapunzel in her castle! Hey, where’s Flynn Rider?” Winnie squeezed Lily’s shoulders as they waited for their turn, “I don’t know, but when you find him, you tell him he’s got me waiting to be saved!”  Lily giggled, instantly sticking her thumb in her mouth as she stepped towards the edge of the slide and got nervous, “No, I don’t wanna go anymore.” “--What? Why not?” The blue-eyed babe latched onto Winnie, “What if we fall off?”  Winnie carefully sat down at the end of the slide, pulling Lily onto her lap as she made eye contact with Steven waiting for them at the very bottom, “Sometimes it’s okay to fall if you have the right person to catch you.”

The Beer Garden was a new addition to Brooksville’s fair. It had come within the past four years and it was the place for old BHS alumni, parents and teachers to hang out. They served beer, of course, amongst other alcohol and had lawn chairs and tables set up in a special roped off area. You could only drink within its borders and it was the only alcohol served at the fair so as soon as it got dark out, parents and teenagers with fake ID’s alike both headed over to get their liquid courage fix. Brooklyn was already on his third water bottle full of Fireball when he shuffled past the garden, slipping a twenty dollar bill to Brody and telling him he knew what to do. Moments later, Brody was behind the porta-potties with two large glasses of beer that Brooklyn poured carefully into two new water bottles and then he happily went on his way. Brooklyn’s favorite area at the fair was by the DJ and karaoke stand. There was a youth group called “25 & Alive” that were all about no drugs, alcohol, or bullying, and though half of the kids who stood around participated in all of those things, it was still a decent place full of colorful strobe lights, hip music, and easy access to the shadowy, hook-up areas the fair had to offer. 

“Jenna...” Brooklyn cooed, grabbing at the arm of a brunette from a nearby school, “Jenna, come up to Whoops with us later we’re all gonn--” She pushed him off of her and elicited a rumble of laughter from the group of junior classmates they all stood with, “Brooklyn, you’re drunk. Go home.”  “I aaaam not--I am jussst happy.” “Well, go be happy with Noa,” Jenna said, folding her arms across her chest, “Everyone knows you’re the school slut, and she’s the school slut. Or, should I say schools? She supposedly gave Nick a handy last week in my hot tub.” “Fff, no she didn’t,” Brooklyn’s head was pounding and his eyes were hurting from the purple strobe lights, “She’s a good girl. Don’t you--don’t you say that abou--” “Aye,” It was the annoyed voice of one of Brooklyn’s friends that spoke up, “Quit being all loud and shit, man, you’re going to get us busted. ‘N shut the fuck up about Noa. Everyone knows she’s just a fuck ‘n dump.”  Brooklyn felt like his skin was boiling, and he punched his friend in the face without thinking twice, “She’s not a fuck ‘n dump,” He hit him again, and then again, “I love her.”  

Apollo Dance Center performed the Saturday morning of Brooksville’s fair for the past seven years. Before that, it was the other studios in town, but now, ADC was all there was. They didn’t perform on the main gazebo stage, but another one on the opposite side of the street. It was a tent, and though it wasn’t big, it was always full of viewers bright and early before the parade. Codie walked around after she performed rocking her ADC clothes like a badge of honor. She’d performed her award-winning solo “Temporary Home,” and had danced with all of the others before spending the rest of the day at the fair. Now, it was nighttime and she was in her bright, neon yellow ADC hoodie and black leggings. She sat on the lap of one of her best school friends, Gwen, and giggled at a couple of their boy friends who were wearing the same Nike socks. It was pure and youthful and playful and only broken up by someone asking where Chance and Rory had went. Codie shrugged, tired of hearing about the girls in the house who were around her age (but not admitting that, of course), and she turned back to Gwen, saying she was going to run and go pee before they headed for the pumpkin ride. 

“Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.” Codie mumbling, passing through the herds of teenagers who stood near the street as she crossed over to the other side of the road and headed to the old theater where the only bathrooms that weren’t porta-potties resided.  “Codie Sutton!” It was an unfamiliar voice but an excited one that made Codie turn around, “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh, I love you so much. Can we take a picture?”  Codie still found fans a little weird but she smiled, “Uh huh.”  Codie posed and put up a peace sign and the fan shrieked, “Wait, we have to Skype my brother, Sammy! He thinks he’s your boyfriend! He’s got the biggest crush on you!”  “Oh, ha-ha, okay.” A minute later a pre-pubescent blonde popped up on the iPhone and Codie waved awkwardly, “Hello!”  Sammy teen-boyishly said hi back and then he asked, “Can I have your number?” “Um,” Codie shook her head, “I don’t know. I don’t really know you.”  “You could know me if we text each other!” “I’m okay,” She laughed, rolling her eyes at the fan holding the iPhone, “I really have to pee though so I’m going to go.” And Codie scurried off without saying anything else, running into the nearest stall and beginning to cry. Not because she was nervous or embarrassed, but because she’d just had a cute boy ask for her number and she was still ashamed she wasn’t the slightest bit attracted to him, or any of the other boys, at all. 

#sp