It was Saturday and the whole neighbourhood and nearing ones were buzzing with excitement as the day of the fair had arrived.

It was like a tradition to go. Whether it was with a group of friends, your family or a significant other—everyone went.

It was cliche, it was tradition and yet the people loved it.

Luca had been so busy thinking about Ashton he hadn't had time to comprehend he would be there with them at the fair. And not to mention one of his friends would be too. This wasn't how Luca's life usually went, he didn't socialise. He didn't know how to.

He was slightly panicking as he stayed snuggled up under his covers—not wanting to get out of bed.

His phone read 9:31 am and he groaned because he knew Betsy would be barging into his room any moment now.

When she did a couple minutes later, she had a face full of makeup and wore a pair of ripped jeans and a band tee.

Her eyes scanned over Luca, "What are you doing? We are leaving in half an hour!"

Luca let out a fake cough and swiftly hid himself under the covers so the sheets were touching his nose and his words were mumbled when he spoke.

"I'm sick."

Betsy shook her head and rushed over to Luca's wardrobe. Opening it, she grabbed out the first clothes she saw.

A pair of black skinny jeans and a thin lilac sweater landed on Luca's bed and he sent the clothes a deadly glare.

"I'm not wearing that," he mumbled, turning his glare to Betsy.

"I don't care what you wear! Just get up and be ready," she said, pausing to take a long exhale, "You were so excited about going, what happened?"

"You invited your friends," Luca murmured under his breath.

"I invited Ashton! I know you dislike him but god forbid me, I bloody do! And he invited Benji which I didn't even know of but it isn't that bad is it?"

When the words slipped out of Betsy's mouth they instantly silenced Luca and moments later she had exited the room and Luca had finally gotten out of bed.

He hated to admit it, but his sister was right.