run for the hills, run

He didn't have the slightest idea as to why he had chosen to go to this. It's not like he could make the excuse that he was on his way back from classes, as he didn't have to go downtown to do that. Perhaps he had went up to get something to eat? No, there was a food court at the school and he had plenty in his dorm. Whatever he thought of, he would just have to live with the fact that he was going to a heavily crowded place... Because he wanted to.

He wasn't exactly dressed for the weather. He was someone that didn't like to show off their legs, for many, superficial reasons. He wore a pair of tight fitting jeans, with a barely loose t-shirt, with clean sneakers. He wasn't that bad though, when he looked up to see someone that looked like a traffic cone in a otherwise back and white picture.

He recognized the figure, somewhere, somehow. Before long, he remembered the weird sounding boy he had met a rather long time ago, while he was studying. Yesterday. He gulped, as Maylynn felt bad for not having the book the person had lent him with him. He didn't have anything on him, except his slim wallet in his right back pocket, encase of an emergency. His hands got clammy, his throat coarse like barbed wire as he stopped in the walking path of Yesterday, unsure if he should use his powers and hide away forever from such embarrassment.

When Yesterday stopped, he gulped again, as it was obvious that he had noticed. Was it the clothes? Some weird way he had turned his head? Or maybe he had just recognized such an odd person like him. Yet again, any explanation wold be futile. He tried to stand his ground as they stared for a matter of seconds, before the man raised his hand, giving him a fake feeling wave. The emotion on his face was almost too much for him to look at.

"H-Hi there...." His voice faded out like some some distant memory, or as if the wind had blew it away. There was no wind though, no distant thought to carry him away from what he was saying. He was there, talking to a boy that knew him. "W-What are you doing here." He flushed red and glanced to the left of him, not wanting to make eye contact unless he needed to.

Of course, the festival. Maylynn felt stupid for having forgotten something like that. All of the girls were talking about it, as well as the boys, with their various reasons. He had none; he didn't have a significant other that he wanted to share it with, or any friends that he could enjoy it with. He didn't even like events that much, as if just meant a lot of people, people that would judge him and giggle at his weird fashion.

He stared at the person and looked up when he did. "Right, the lilacs." He gave the overhead flourishing a nod. Maylynn then slowly moved his head down. "Did you come with someone?" He wondered if such a good looking man had someone. He wanted to feel calmer, and not so uptight about him being in such a crowded place. He put his hands together in front of him and waited.

It wasn't that surprising, considering that he was alone as of now. He shifted his feet closer together, wondering if Yesterday had chosen to be alone, or just had no one to go with. He glanced at him, before directing his gaze to his feet as he listened.

"I think that's the point of the event." He added on as he slowly eyed up the man from head to toe. "It's just a good time to, enjoy it with someone else I'd say." Maylynn wasn't sure of this at all, but it sounded right.

Yesterday was right. Maylynn had no one, he never had. The thought hurt him a bit, as now that he was here, glancing to his sides at couple, he felt a bit alone. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone, as even the thought of asking someone to come would kill him.

When Yesterday asked if he would be his partner, he instantly turned three shades too red. He stood there, like a deer in headlights, just staring at this man that had blown his mind more than once. He felt a ting in his heart, some feeling that made him bite his lip. Was this the feeling of being wanted by someone?

He opened his mouth to reply, before the fair man before him made him almost pass out with being so flustered. Maylynn, he widened his eyes, before his face was hardly recognizable as once being pale. He looked like a tomato, and felt like one, all vulnerable and squishy inside from his words.

He wanted to just use his powers, to escape this embarrassment, that a few people had noticed. Maylynn raised his hands to his face, covering his cheeks as he didn't want his complimenter to notice. "I-I" He stuttered out, as his nerves were so on edge he could barely stand. He wanted to cry, to just curl up and cry as loud and as long as he wanted; no one to disrupt him.

For the first time in his entire life, he didn't. He took a deep, raspy breath, before lowering his hands ever so slowly, the muscles in them clenched. "S-Sure." He said almost like a whisper, as he gave a death stare to the ground. "T-T-Thank you." He nodded before he shut his eyes, hoping that the body wouldn't embarrass him anymore.