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At long last, you both arrived at the entrance of the rodeo. You took in the atmosphere, the sight, and the aroma. Which made you sneeze.

"ACHOO—ugh, it's so dusty," you commented. Keith looked at you with a you don't say expression on his face. "Anyways, I guess you should take the lead, Keith. I've never been to one of these."

"Obviously," he playfully remarked. "Let's get something to eat first."

You agreed and followed him to one of the vendors. After waiting for a few minutes in the line, it was time to order. You speedread all the options on the menu.

Jalapeño ice-cream, chili-beef cupcake, nachos, and. . .Flamin' Hot Cheetos roasted corn on the cob?

"Flamin' Hot Cheeto-dusted corn. That sounds absolutely disgusting," you expressed to the vendor. "I'll take two."

And there you were, sitting at a table with your date, along with the abomination you ordered.

"Are you seriously going to eat that?" Keith wondered.

"Yes."

"Why though?"

"Because I like to punish myself." You then picked it up by the handles, taking a bite. Keith only watched, waiting for your critique. After you were done chewing, you pondered your life decisions. "Hey, Keith."

"Yeah?" he responded.

"You know that feeling when your childhood ends?"

"Yeah."

"That's what this tastes like."

For now, you just stuck with the Texas toast. Never in your life, you would want to eat something like that again. During the middle of the meal, Keith tried to make conversation.

"So. . .what's your favorite color?"

"Black like my soul."

"'Kay, mine is red." Keith then coughed. "What about likes, dislikes?"

"Well, I have a lot of dislikes," you responded.

"Like?"

You cleared your throat before listing, "The sun, Lance, my mother and brother, rainbows, unicorns, Hallmark movies, guys that are whiny, little kids, high school, anything by Nicholas Sparks, cramps—"

"Okay, I get you hate a lot of stuff. Well, what are some things you like?"

You stroked your hair out of your face. "Let me think. . . Well, I liked to hide in my little brother's closet for hours, in order to jump-scare him when he came into his room."

"Fun."

"Yeah—what about you, Keith?" You took a sip from your drink.

"Well, I don't get to do much anymore—considering I'm a Paladin of the worst team in the galaxy. However, when I do have downtime, I usually spend it wallowing in my own regret."

"Fun."

After the chat, you both left the table to see the rest of the rodeo. It was a gigantic event, there was even a Ferris Wheel! And there were a lot of stands selling memoirs, useless junk, and hats.

As the two of you were strolling through, your hands once again brushed against each other. But this time, they instinctively joined.

For a change, you actually felt joy. And every time you had that feeling, it was when you were by Keith's side. He stared at you through the gaps in his bangs, since his head was lowered.

She's the yee to my haw, but will she let me be the haw to her yee? Keith wondered. You were too distracted by all the glitz and glam to notice Keith only paying attention to you.

"Wow, look at all those hats!" You pointed to a table which was selling a variety of cowboy hats.

"How much are they?" Keith asked the clerk.

"Yer soul."

"We don't have one though."

The clerk responded, "'Kay—45 dollars each."

"Wow, what a rip-off." Keith then pulled something out of his pocket. "Good thing I brought Shiro's credit card. Here ya go."

He took the money. "Pick wha'ever you want then, Ace."

You and Keith browsed the different options. Some of the hat designs were traditional, colorful, weaved, and kiddie. You being you, you picked out a black one. So did Keith. It was like one of those 'matching couple' things—just more disturbing.

You two certainly stood out among the other couples. Most of the girls in the crowd wore shorty-shorts and Daisy Dukes. For the guys: they were just dressed more casually.

Anyway, you started to get thirsty. "Keith, I'mma get something to drink. Be right back." You left him by a bench and headed off to get something. He just stood there, searching the area for what to do next.

Until a skank approached him. The smell of bleach reeked from her damaged hair, and that spray-tan did not look good with the shade of lipstick she caked on. And every time she blinked; her unnaturally long false eyelashes caused a whirlwind. Keith smelled the scent of ammonia which was poorly washed out. This made him turn in her direction.

"Hey, Big Boy~"

Keith, a 5'7" boy, responded, "Uh, hey?"

"What's your name?"

"Keith—"

"Omaigosh, that's so hawt," she immediately complimented. He was trying to process what was happening. "So, did you come here alone?"

Keith was unable to respond at first—since her cheap perfume was giving him allergies. His slow reaction made the girl assume he was all by himself. She grasped his arm and held it, making him flinch.

"Great! That means we can get to know ea—"

"HEY."

Keith and the tramp looked the way you were coming from. She placed a hand on her dislocated-looking hip, glaring you like a mean girl in one of those high school movies.

"Get your hands off my boyfriend," you blurted all the sudden—not thinking. However, you concealed your embarrassment and decided to go with the flow. Keith flicked his arm free of the girl—stepping back.

"Oh, yeah?" she challenged you. You only stayed in the same spot as she strutted up. "I didn't see you standin' 'round him! Get'cher own man, Floozy."

Keith clenched his fists, doing his best to hold back. You stared her up and down—ready to make a riposte.

"Look, Honey. I don't think you should be making those accusations—considering the Kleenex I see you stuffed up your shirt."

She scoffed, a sneer appearing on her face. "You wanna go?" she asked in a threatening manner. Frankly, it was laughable.

"Go where? Boys-R-Us?"

"Hmph! Why would such a cute guy waste his time on someone like you?"

You glanced down at your beverage and accidentally dropped it on her. "Oops~!"

"AUGH!" she shrieked.

"You might wanna replace that tissue, Sister."

"UGH!" The tart only ran off—trying to find a place to change. You shrugged and threw away your now empty cup. Keith was impressed.

"Wow, you really showed her."

"Eh, they're about as easy to chase off as a cat on a rainy day."

Keith smirked. "Here, I'll get you another drink." You only smiled and followed alongside him.

Little did you know, was that Pidge and Hunk were hiding up in the Ferris Wheel—witnessing it all. She even had binoculars.

"She really showed that strudel!" Pidge exclaimed.

"Uh, isn't the term tart?" Hunk tried correcting.

"Ah, whatever. It's just SO CUTE!!! To think we wouldn't find out about their secret love~"

"Yeah, can we get some funnel cake aft—"

"NO, THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN FOOD!"

"Welp." Hunk placed his hands on his knees and continued to spectate with her.