EVEN THOUGH I KNEW WHRE WE WERE GOING, HE BLINDFOLDED ME ANYWAYS. He had his hand on my shoulders, and I could hear him laughing in my ear. It felt like a date almost, but I tried not to get a head of myself. The whole context of this trip was to kill time before we headed to Paris Fashion week. Yes, Paris Fashion Week. Which is crazy to me. It had been my dream since i started becoming a content creator to go to paris Fashion week and now it was finally coming true. All thanks to one boy, Vinnie.
"Vinnie, I know where we are." I state, rolling my eyes from underneath the blindfold.
"But you dont know what it looks like." I can hear him grinning and my heart skips a bear. He sounds more excited to be taking me here then I am to actually be here. It's oddly endearing. I feel him move from behind me so now he's standing in front of me and he takes the blindfold off, and as he moves from my field of vision my jaw drops.
SANRIO PUROLAND.
It's screaming at me, in large red letters. A large arch with blue tinted glass windows and four kiosks with pastel coloured roofs.
"Vincent, it's so pretty." I turn to look at him, but he hasn't taken his eyes of me.
"Really pretty." He smiles. not a smirk, not a grin. But a smile that makes his dimples show and the lines on his face more prominent. The type of smile that makesmy face heat up, and for once I don't look away.
"Thank you." I say before taking his hand and dragging him towards the entrance.
We walked around for what seemed like hours, until the lady over the loud speaker said the park was closing in 20 minutes. I walked out with bags of merchandise, he basically bought me everything I touched. It was an odd feeling but he seemed so happy doing it. I, of course, bought him a shirt, and a mug and we took the cutest little photo booth pictures. We took the subway back home and as I'm looking back at the pictures something strikes me... as odd. Maybe not odd, but different.
The way he looks at me, and when I look closely I'm looking back at him the same way. If I'm being so honest, being in that photo booth felt like we where the only two people in the world. But that's how i always felt around him. I look over at him and as I do he slumps onto my shoulder.
