Mariano Twins

Carnivals

Jo's POV 

Rory tried convincing Jess to go to the carnival. He refused until Clara asked Rory and I to join her and Dean.

"Are Jess and Jo your real names?" Clara asks

"Yes," Jess says.

"Well, Josephine," I reply.

"Do you like them?" she asks.

"I love my name," I tell her

"It's fine," he replies, annoyed.

This is funny.

"Would you rather be named Bill?" she asks.

"No," he says.

She asks about a few more names.

"Does this belong to you?" he turns, looking at Dean.

"Clara, you want a snow cone?" Dean asks her.

"Yes. Will you go get me a snow cone?" she asks Jess.

"Absolutely! Go stand in the middle of the street and wait for me, I'll be right back," he says walking away.

"I'll go get your snow cone," Dean says.

"And one for Rory and Jo too," she says.

"And one for Rory and Jo too," Dean repeats.

"Thanks," "Thank you," Rory and I say at the same time.

We walk up to Jess, and Clara continues with her questions for him.

"Do you wash your hair?" she asks.

"Yes, I wash my hair," Jess states.

"Then why does it stick up like that?" she asks.

"Because," he responds.

"It looks crazy," she says.

"Hi, Lane," I say.

"Hey! How's the fundraiser going?" Rory asks her.

"The turn out looks good," I tell her.

"The turn out is great. Apparently, people are starved for entertainment around here," Lane says.

"Well, hurrah for bad cable reception," Rory says.

"So, I'm sorry, but did I see you with Jess and Dean, or do I need a new prescription?" Lane asks.

"Your prescription is fine," Rory says.

"So, explain," Lane says.

"Tomorrow at Luke's. We need to get back before there's a more exciting ending to the evening," Rory says.

"Forget nothing," Lane says.

"I promise," Rory replies.

"I'll be sure of it," I add.

We walk away and find Jess and Clara at the bottle toss booth. Jess is throwing balls and each one misses.

"You missed. You missed," Clara keeps saying every time.

"Hey, you wanna learn how to fly?" He asks her.

"How's everybody doing?" Rory asks, keeping Jess from killing Clara.

"Jess can't throw," she states.

"I can too," he defends.

"You missed every time," she shoots back.

"You can throw, just can't aim," I say.

"I can't concentrate with your annoying voice yammering on and on. It's like having Stuart Little shoved in my ear," he says.