Everything Will Blow Pt. 6
As we arrived at the park, the scene before us was quite calm considering the fact that there were hundreds of people gathered around in protest. They were all mingling across the road from the ceremony pavillion holding signs like “Burn In Hell Fags!” and “God Hates Fags”.
“I don’t like this…” muttered Steven as our car pulled up.
“Let’s just head into the tent and ignore them. As much as it galls me to say it, they do have a right to be here to protest.”
Steven might have growled something in reply but I couldn’t hear him. As we emerged from the vehicle we were met with a hail of ‘Fuck you’s.’ I couldn’t help it. I think my hand is a separate entity from my mind. I raised it and flipped them all off as we ducked into the entrance of the tent. Unfortunately Steven caught me.
“Ash!” he hissed. “What the fuck did you do that for? Can’t you see how unstable this all is?”
“I’m sorry.” I pouted. “It’s habit you know? I won’t do it again.”
“I never should have let you convince us to come.” he muttered,