Blake shook her head, as if severely disappointed. âAll this time I thought you were talking to me because you liked me, and now I find out itâs just for inanimate objects.â She teased, already feeling more relaxed now that she was with Spencer, an effect the girl had always had on her. âOh so true, I should have known it was my toned throwing arms that made you choose me as your suitor.â Blake quipped, giving Spencerâs hand a light squeeze. It felt natural to be holding hands with her, walking around and teasing each other. The blush coating Spencerâs cheeks definitely didnât go unnoticed, causing a smirk to appear on Blakeâs face. âYouâre even cuter when you blush.â She commented, quirking her brows a bit. She shrugged off the compliment in return, knowing Spencer was trying to shift the attention off of herself, something she always did, but Blake wasnât going to allow it now. Her eyes darted to the ride that Spencer had pointed to, looking up at itâs height. âAlright, onwards we go.â She lead the way through the crowd, holding tightly onto Spencerâs hand to make sure they wouldnât get separated. Shaking her head a bit, she let out a small chuckle. âI wonât laugh at you if you scream, Iâll probably scream along with you, so donât worry. Weâll look like idiots together- weâre good at that.â Finally falling into line for the ride Blake looked down at their hands. She realized now that they were walking she could release it, but she didnât want to, and so she didnât. âI was listening to some old school Lana last night, preparing myself for the concert and such, made me think of you.â Blake commented nonchalantly as she shifted her gaze upwards to once again take in the enormous ride. She had often listened to Lana Del Reyâs songs when she was with Spencer, their vibes and lyrics reminded her fondly of the girl before her.
She shook her head. âI  mean, donât get me wrong, I learned to like you. After you gave me a lot of stuff.â She offered a wry grin. Of course, that had never been the relationship they had. They had been the type who made each other mix tapes and picked wild flowers, and for Spencer, it was perfect. She laughed and creased her brow in mock confusion. âHow does everyone else pick their suitors?â She laughed. She looked down, trying to conceal her smile. âItâs not fair that you still have this effect on me, by the way.â She risked a glance up, her yes meeting Blakeâs. It was enough to widen the girlâs smile as she stood on tiptoe and kissed her cheek.Â
âIâm holding you to that.â She said, eyes trailing back to the ride as they made their way through the crowd. She was glad for Blakeâs hand in hers, leading them confidently through. And, despite herself, even more glad that her hand didnât let go when they were still. She smiled, looking back up at her. It was almost enough to make her tear her gaze away again. Spencer had a weakness for eyes. And Blakeâs were like spring, bright green and full of hope, pushing through a long, ice blue winter. âItâs going to be amazing. My first album is almost scratched to pieces because Iâve listened to it so much.â Because it reminded me of you. But she kept that part to herself, even if Blake had shared it. She was sure the other girl knew. âRemember the lazy Sunday mornings in bed listening to that record? Swearing we would never leave the bed, no matter what happened.â She gave a soft laugh.Â