starter for: @camilagvrcia location: the annual carnival time: a warm summer night, nine years ago
Tugging a piece of pink cotton candy away from the stick he held, Marcus popped it into his mouth, still grumbling over the very apparent loss on his part at the dunk tank. “I still can’t believe you beat me, Garcia.” he said, giving Cam yet another once over, as if he had misjudged her. “You sure you didn’t bribe the guy operating the tank with a date like this one to get him to let you win?” This was all just part of the act, he convinced himself. He wasn’t actually admitting defeat just for the sake of it. There was a purpose behind his words, behind hanging out with Cam tonight. He was going to get her to drop this ‘I Hate Marcus Turner’ act and admit she actually liked him if it was the last thing he did.













