You rarely ever see the square so lit up with smiling faces and crowds of laughter. This festival only happaned once a year, once every summer. It was the only thing to do in such a small town. Nothing all summer but shitty part time jobs and talking. So much damn talking.

Watching the fun from a cramped and overrun lemonade booth stood Marnie. Stuck trying to make a little extra cash on her last summer before going off to college by serving roudy kids and snooty adaults. The smell of overly sweet lemonade will haunt her for the rest of her life.

She places her uniform on the counter of the lemon shaped establishment and headed off to the break room for a drink of litterally anything but lemonade. She stands outside of the ticket booth when a jacket catches her eye. A strawberry bomber with a pink collar. A stark contrast to the hand-me-down farmer asthestic of most people out here in the middle of nowhere. That includes her though. Marnie looks down at her red plaid button up and worn jeans she's had for a few years now.

Marnie tosses the stark white paper water cup into the garbage and follows the girl, now with a cup of that damned lemonade in had, almost out of intrigue and instict. Passing though crowds of old friends and familliar faces from a few counties over she tried to reconize the girl. Her hair was long and firey, her skirt was too short for anyone in this god-fearing town. A city girl. Marnie follows her passed the whirling rides and screaming kids to the forrest behind the clearing. Marnie squints to try to keep her eye's on the girl, picking up the pace.

They finally arive at the river, before Marnie could even see it, she could feel the cool summer evening become even colder. She finally realized what she was doing is kinda creepy. Marnie feels her face heat up and she turns to head back. Sudenly a hand grabs her arm form behind. Turning in a panick she see's the girl with her deep blue eyes, looking straight through her.

"I'm sorry!" Marnie panicks looking for a way to explain herself, as the girl laughs

"No, I should apoligize, I moved here a few days ago, and saw you working the lemonade stand. I was too nervous to say anything so I though it might be better if we were alone."

Marnie raises an eyebrow, looking back at the festival, "How'd you know I'd follow you?"

"You look so bored all the time, I thought you might want something or someone more exciting." The girl looks over to the river, "I grew up here, I'm surpised you haven't reconized me yet, Marnie." She smiles softly.

The other opens her mouth to answer, trying to figure out who this could be. With a blank mind she touches her face, confused and flusted. Until she notices the carmel routes, "Jess?" She anounces with hope and a little less confidence than shed like.

Jessica mimmics the sound of the carnival 'prize one' sound "Ding Ding Ding. You won." She laughs, "it's been awhile, Marnie."

Marnie still in a state of shock responds in the only way she could image, "What have I won?" She laughs semi-forced, "Like as a prize I mean?"

Jessica, walks slowly over to the small town girl, her hazel eyes, reflecting the moonlight on the water, and her dark amber hair, cut short and choppy. "A not so boring summer?"

Marnie ended up to be quite the fan of that overly sweet lemonade.

I hate this choice, that hangs above me

Her smile the cause of all this calamity

Her emeralds, roses, delicate skin

The face of an angle awaiting for sin

My heart aches with fear, love, anticipation

But the hands of love's faith plans my own execution

An eye for an eye, a love for a love

But who will I lose for the heart of a dove?

A simplistic request in my own relm of known

But hated by those in my mind, in my home

Am I just another Ophelia, is she my Juliet?

What is this but a young lovers lament

A centeries old problem, with a modern solution

My heart will but beat forever, I'll wait for personal seclution

Before I truely know, because if they do

I'll lose old love for a lover's heart I'm bound to

Lose, I miss acting in scripted normality

Loved by the ones who's faith doesn't love me