9, Circus

                                    

                                          
   The trio finally came to the carnival. It whas a huge one, with a lot of rides and specially a circus. The trio goes out of the GarbagerBus12. Roostre makes a big proud sight. 
"Ahhhh the fair, the heart of my life, the garbage of the bus, the soul of the body." Says Roostre. 
"Dont gey nostalgic, we have to explore this place." Says Fitz 
   The color of Roostre's eyes flashed on color cyan. 
"Roostre, there's something wrong with your eyes." Says Leafy. 
   Roostre saw his reflect on a closer puddle, but the flashy colors whas gone. 
"Those are my usual eyes. Whats wrong with em?" Says Roostre. 
  Fitz whas untrustfull of him. They went to the carnival, but someone whas onto them, like a ghost. The carnival whas empty, like all the places they went. They passed by the circus, where there whas two weird clowns of an eerie feeling. 
"Look, clowns. Can i see them?" Says Leafy. 
"No, i dont trust those clowns." Says Fitz. 
"But-" 
"Lets try the rides LittleLeafable." Says Roostre. 
"Alright." Says Leafy. 
   While they where leaving, Fitz suspected about the clowns, thinking they could have something in common with Roostre. The trio went to a variety of rides, that to Fitz whas boring. Then they passes by a ferris wheel, where Leafy stoped to watch. She seems to remember... what it started all of this. 
"Ey whats wrong LittleLeafable? Havin flashbacks?" Says Roostre. 
"Its.. nothing." Says Leafy. 
"Dont worry, im here to help. Besides of a farmer, im a great tutor. Something must make you remember." 
  Roostre's eyes turned cyan again, and his smile turned into a serious frown. After a while his eyes turned back to normal. 
"Sorry about that..." Says Roostre. 
"I just want to forget it, but i cant." Says Leafy. 
"Lets go to a game stand. You could try to throw a ring." 
"Sounds good." 
Both went to the stand, where they reunited with Fitz. Leafy whas playing, she seemed happy. 
"Hey Fitz, how the fair." Says Roostre. 
"Borring, bland, any empty meaning." Says Fitz. 
"You know, you say that in every place we go. The caffe, party, gas station, even warm places like that damn trap hotel." 
"Maybe all its boring." 
"We may need to talk serious now." 
"Serious?" 
"Yup, lets go to a corndogs stand." 
"To get some corndogs for the pickin?" 
"Yeah man, and somthing else." 
  Fitz and Roostre went walking to a corndogs stand, while a strange ghost whas following them. It looked like a tissue, a red one... 
"You know, you had sum... weird acts of yourself." Says Roostre. 
"Same i say." Says Fitz. 
"You thinking the same conclusion as i do?" 
"Yeah?" 
"You think im gay?" 
"Not that, its-" 
"Fitz, are you gay? You have like weird shit going inro me? Thats why the hotel, that first plan of the school?"