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Word count: ~1600 words 

Warning : dirty words... XD

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The carnival was in full swing, and crowds of students and families were wandering from booth to booth, giving clubs their money and playing fun and rigged carnival games. (Y/n) had a small line of people in front of her booth, mostly the younger siblings of her classmates, and couples who weren’t interested in the kissing booth two stalls down. The art club was doing a face painting booth, which made sense for them. She was working the booth from 8:30 until 9:30, and so far she had earned forty-five dollars, and she was only halfway through her shift. Things were going well.

She was in the middle of drawing a tiger face on a twelve year old’s face when she felt her clubmate Alyssa nudge her side. “Hang on,” she mumbled quietly, her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth as she finished tracing the last of the tiger stripes. Her friend continued to poke her in the side. She smiled at the little girl sitting in front of her and held up the mirror. “What do you think honey?”

The girl grinned. “I love it!”

“Awesome.” (Y/n) smiled. “Have a great night, enjoy the carnival!” She waved as the girl and her mother walked away. Once they had disappeared into the crowd she looked over at Alyssa, who was grinning and continuing to poke her side incessantly. “Oh my god what is it what do you want?” She laughed.

“Noah Flynn is in line!” Her friend was all but bouncing in her chair. “And Tuppen!”

(Y/n) raised her eyebrows and turned to look at the lineup of people, catching sight of the tall football player and his friend. “What are they doing here?” Her eyes widened when she saw an entire group of football players approaching them. “Alyssa, why are they all heading over here?”

Alyssa shrugged. “Maybe they want their faces painted.”

(Y/n) scoffed. “There’s no way that’s it.”

Her friend shrugged, and they both watched the group of athletes make their way towards the front of the line.

“Ladies,” Tuppen winked. “Flynn here would like to get his face painted.” He slammed his hand into the taller boy’s back, suppressing a laugh.

Noah scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Of course.” Alyssa smiled at the two of them, while (y/n) rolled her eyes behind her friend. “But before I get you settled, would you mind if I ask what you’re all up to?”

Tuppen nodded with a smirk. “Anything for you lovelies.”

“Why are you all here to watch Noah get his face painted?”

“Well,” the broad football player rolled his weight onto his back leg, “Flynn here raised the least amount of money for our team, so we need you to paint this.” He handed (y/n) a piece of paper.

Her eyebrows darted up as she looked at the picture on the piece of paper. “You want me to draw this on Noah’s face?”

All the football players nodded, snickering.

She blinked, pursing her lips and looking down at the drawing in her hands. The boys wanted her to draw a series of penises on Noah’s face. It was juvenile and stupid. “You know this is a school fundraiser right? I can’t draw a bunch of penises.”

“A bunch of penises?!” Noah snapped, grabbing the piece of paper from her hands. “Are you fucking kidding me dumbasses?”

Every one of his friends laughed again.

(Y/n) sighed and shook her head. Teenage boys were idiots. “I’ll come up with something else to draw. Noah, give Alyssa five bucks and then sit down.”

Noah Flynn shrugged and walked towards Alyssa, who was waiting near the money box to take his cash. While he was distracted (y/n) opened the design book, flipped to the page she wanted, and showed it to the football players. “How is this instead of all the dicks?”

They all burst out laughing. “That’s perfect!” Tuppen handed her another ten bucks.

Noah came back and shrugged out of his leather jacket before sitting down. “Let’s get this over with.”

(Y/n) tugged her hair back into a ponytail and grabbed her face paints, sitting down across from Noah. The two of them were in a couple of the same classes, and (y/n)’s younger brother was on the football team, so she and Noah were on a friendly basis. They weren’t particularly close, but they had talked enough that she knew he was at a sports camp over the summer and asked him how it was. They chatted while she got her face paint together.

“Close your eyes and hold still okay?”

He nodded and shut his eyes. “So, how’s your night going?”

“Pretty good.” (Y/n) held his chin with her left hand and brushed a line of paint along his forehead. He tensed. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He smirked, eyes still closed. “Did you get the chance to walk around before you had to start working?”

She shook her head, continuing to draw on his face. Noah’s eyebrows raised, and he cracked one eye open. “Did you?”

“Oh!” She felt her cheeks heat up. “Sorry, no I didn’t. But it’s okay.” She shrugged, then tapped his eyebrow with her brush. “Eyes closed please.”

He stuck his tongue out, closing his eyes again. “You didn’t have anything you wanted to do while you were here?”

“No not really.” She grabbed a different coloured pencil. “I was gonna pick up some kettle corn from my mom, but it’s okay.”

It took her almost thirty minutes to finish drawing, and the two of them chatted the whole time. (Y/n) had forgotten how friendly he was, and how charming. It was a reminder of why so many people had fallen for him over their three years in high school. She had never really found herself crushing on him, in spite of how kind and friendly he was. She wasn’t a big fan of the womanizing jock personality. He was pretty handsome though.

When she finished she couldn’t hold back a smile. “Alright, all done.”

Noah sighed, pursing his lips. “Show me the penises.”

(Y/n) bit her lip, holding back a chuckle. “It’s not penises.”

“Really?” He asked. She held up a mirror, snorting as she watched his eyes widen.

“Tuppen what the fuck?!”

The blond appeared, smacking both his shoulders. “It looks fucking awesome! Time for a picture.”

Noah turned his glare to (y/n), who was unable to suppress a laugh. It was hard to look intimidating when your face was painted to look like a giant rainbow butterfly covered in glitter.

His eyebrows raised, and he smirked. “You think this is funny?”

The entire football team was laughing a few feet away, and (y/n) took a deep breath, suppressing a giggle. “It’s funny Noah.”

“Oh it’s funny?” He asked, the corners of his mouth tightening as he struggled not to laugh himself. “You think it’s funny?”

She nodded, pursing her lips. “Mhmm.”

“You look fucking hilarious Flynn!” One of the other players shouted. “Thanks (y/n).”

Tuppen patted her on the back, hard, and she stumbled forward a step. Ow! Son of a bitch that hurt.

“Hey.” Noah’s playful smile dropped and he tensed, taking a step forward. “Watch it Tuppen.” Somehow he really could look threatening even covered in glitter and pink paint.

The other boy shrugged and walked away, looking unphased. Apparently Noah threatened his teammates frequently enough that it didn’t phase them anymore. (Y/n) watched them walk away, a little concerned.

Noah shifted his weight and turned to look back down at her. “When does your shift end?”

“In half an hour.” (Y/n) studied him. “Why?”

He shrugged. “No reason. See you around.” He waved, and (y/n) watched a little longer than she probably should have before she turned her attention back towards the line.

“I’ll take the next customer over here.”

(Y/n) was just finishing packing up the booth and grabbing her bag when she heard someone coming up behind her. “Sorry, we’re closed.”

“Damn, that’s a shame.” (Y/n) turned to look over her shoulder and saw Noah standing there, bag slung over his shoulder, face still painted. He smirked. “I was hoping you could add some more glitter.”

She laughed. “What are you still doing here?”

He held out a bag of kettle corn. “The kettle corn booth closed fifteen minutes ago, and I was already getting a bag for Lee so…” He shrugged. “Here.”

“Thanks.” She took the bag from him, flashing him another friendly smile and forced down the flurry of butterflies in her stomach.

He scratched the back of his neck and shifted his feet. “Hey, uh, I was wondering if you needed a ride home?”

He eyebrows raised. She hadn’t been expecting that. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but not that. “With you?” She asked stupidly.

He laughed. “Uh, yeah. With me. On my bike.”

She blinked. “Um…”

He bit his lip and took a step back, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, forget I said anything.”

“No!” Her eyes widened as the words burst out of her mouth. “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to ask me that. That’s all.”

He raised an eyebrow. “So… do you want a ride?”

She should say no. She knew what people said about girls who ended up on the back of Noah Flynn’s bike. It was his first step to getting into a girl’s pants. But… he was being really nice. And it wasn’t like he was asking her out or anything, he was just offering her a ride. What was the harm?

“Okay,” she nodded. “Yeah I could use a ride home.”

Noah grinned. “Awesome. Follow me.”