skybound

Daisy Canard “They wanted me to be beautiful, it wasn’t enough. They wanted me to be talented, it wasn’t enough. They wanted me to be kind, it wasn’t enough. When will it be? For am I doomed to a life of never being enough.”

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Looking over at Daisy, Stitch realized how long it’s been since they’d seen each other last. In fact, the boy couldn’t recall the last time he’d spoken to anyone aside from his dorm mates these past days. Granted, he was always known to be quite secluded, but nonetheless, he was glad she came by. He had missed his little ray of sunshine far more than he would care to admit; Daisy was always such a nice pick-me-up, willing to offer a kind smile and words of comfort. He hadn’t felt this close to someone in a long time and was secretly expecting her to see the short break that they had in seeing each other as a chance to escape from this newly found friendship. The older boy was quick to know that she was lying, watching her carefully as she stumbled on her words. I-if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay,” Stitch spoke softly, the thought of her coming to him in a time like this making his heart rate pick up just that bit more. He began to notice these changes in him whenever she was around, deciding to push them aside in hopes that they would go away instead of trying to understand what was going on with him, terrified to how new this all was. “No, no you’re fine, I was probably needing to take a break anyway.” He answered quickly, scratching the back of his neck before realizing how trashed up the place actually looked, standing up immediately to pick up the cans on the dresser. “Shit, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t expecting company. I actually thought that you were Charlie,” he bounced around the room bashfully, picking up all in his wake,halting at her next words. “Forgot about you? Trust me, I don’t think that would even be possible. I’ve just been a lil busy, really.“ He took a moment to look over at her with an apologetic smile before looking back at the mess of a room. ”…As you can already see.“

She wasn’t sure how this friendship had formed between her and Stitch but it was one of the few things she left like she had left. Everyone that was once considered her companion had completely disappeared from her life. Then there was Stitch. He was different. He made her feel different, but she decided not to dwell on that fact. The way she smiled at him wasn’t like her other smiles, she meant them. Sometimes she’d feel like it was alright to not wear a dress or have on the perfect shade of lipstick before going to see Stitch. Daisy was able to actually be herself around the boy, this being a side of her that she’d never felt comfortable enough sharing with absolutely anyone. No one knew about the fact she secretly read manga or twirled around her room acting like Kristine from the Phantom of the Opera. Although, these were tiny pieces of herself that she thought maybe Stitch would be okay with, yet she never found the right time to ever bring it up or even think about it. In fact, even thinking about it caused her to build up with worry that he’d never speak to her if she ever did show him who she really was. Instead she just tried her best to smile and talk normally. “What have you been working on? Anything interesting?” Small talk usually was her forte but she was struggling in this moment. “Don’t apologize, it’s alright. My room is obnoxiously clean so it’s kind of nice to not feel like everything is perfectly in it’s place. If you want I can clean up a bit though, I really don’t mind.” The second after she said that Daisy felt like a moron. Her mental panic was making the idleness of her hands much more aware to her. “Even if you did, it’s okay, I wouldn’t blame you. I’m just Daisy. Nothing special.” A shrug of her shoulders was about all she could give. In her mind she was no one and never would be. “There’s nothing wrong with being busy. Have you been good though?”

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Stitch had been kept in the dorm throughout most of the day and throughout most of the week, even, studying for an important physics exam that was to come at the end of the month, the empty pizza boxes and cans of Monster scattered around the room giving way to how long it must have been. Some could say it was becoming a little worrisome staying indoors for so long, but the dark haired boy was too involved in his studying to notice or even care. Throwing himself into his work was one way that helped him cope with the never ending shit storm that was his mind. While being stressful to others, he found it calming in a way. At the sound of the knock, the Hawaiian let out an exasperated sigh, mistaking it for one of his dorm mates, Charlie. It felt like forever before the musician took off, paying far too much attention to his hair and Stitch would bet his left foot that he must have left his ID or something since he was planning to preform at the bar nearby. He slowly stood up, ready to great his ridiculous roommate before hearing Daisy’s soft voice, freezing him in place as he listened to her speak. The tone in her voice bringing his brows together, worried, since he was sure he’d never heard her sound so distraught before. The older boy had to snap himself out of his daze to be able to answer the door to his friend. Coming face to face with the blonde, the desire to pull her into his arms at the sight of her distress made him shove his hands into his pockets as he greeted her, clearing his throat. “Daisy. Are you alright? I mean…d-do you want to come in?“He bit on his lip, moving aside to let her pass through, feeling stupid; of course she wasn’t alright, the evidence was clear in her face.

Daisy hadn’t actually expected him the answer the door, considering herself not a very important person to let inside of his home. Perhaps he didn’t even consider her a friend at least not the way she did him. He held a very special place inside of her heart that she didn’t believe anyone would be taking his place in anytime soon. A heavy sigh breathed out of her lungs while her hand pushed some of her blond locks behind her ear. This was one of the first times when she found herself unable to say the proper words that she was looking for but instead stumbling over each syllable. “I-I’m... I’m alright, you know...” The girl shrugged in an attempt to push past her own issues and not concern him with the struggles she was dealing with. “Is that okay? I don’t want to intrude or be in your way or anything.” Everything she said was so unorganized, something that she had never dealt with before. Usually she was so poised and knew exactly what to say yet this situation had left her fumbling for the right thing to say. “How are you doing?” The girl asked softly, entering his room so that her feet were delicately tapping against the ground. “This is a really nice place...” She wasn’t being entirely honest but immediately noticing the bit of a mess that was scattered about which caused her to be concerned for his well being. “I haven’t heard from you in awhile... I was worried you forgot about me.”

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Daisy hadn’t been getting out much, instead letting her school work consume most of her time. It was beginning to get lonely for her which was why she decided it might be time to go outside. The girl put on her favorite dress and then added a pink bow to the back of her hair in an attempt to brighten her own mood via her attire. Putting on her expected smile she went back out into the world, trying her best to pretend that her life hadn’t been quite rough as of late. She didn’t get the lead in the play, she failed her midterm for stagecraft, and her teacher told her that she was just better as part of the ensemble. It was starting to get more difficult being positive. That’s how she somehow found her way to Stitch’s home, her knuckles gently rapping against the door. “Stitch... I don’t know if you’re home or if you even have time but it’s Daisy and... I’d just really like a friend right now, if you’re around.”

[valeriemperez]

Maybe a little lonely.

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Looking over at his friend as she spoke he wasn’t sure what the sensations he was feeling in his insides were. It was like a flutter and a sudden warmth he’d never felt before, of that he was sure. And Stitch wasn’t entirely sure if he actually would ever see what she did, but knowing that the blonde thought of him in this way, it almost felt like enough. And how much he wished that he could return the favor, but the boy was terrible with words and knowing how to expressing himself, that the the words always got caught in his throat. When Daisy spoke, it was like the words danced out of her tongue so freely and elegantly without even having to think about it. Only one more way they seemed to be so different to him, yet he craved this relationship that had formed between the two. “Well if he’s as half as great as you say he is then that will be one hell of a discovery…y-you know, I think you’re also great,also.” Nailed it. At Daisy’s suggestions, a small hint of a smile crept into the dark haired boy’s lips. “Having someone to talk to is doing wonders.” He responded, meeting the girl’s gaze with a certain gleam in his eye before coughing out awkwardly once he realized he was probably staring for too long. “U-um, pizza therapy’s usually my go to if the gym’s out…my treat?”

It seemed as though he was actually listening to what she was saying, something very few people decided to do. They wrote her off as being stupid just because of her outward appearance. People saw a girl who was a blond, acting major, that wore heels even in gym class, and typically answered anything with a smile. She wasn’t taken very seriously though in fact Daisy knew much more than she was letting on. The girl wasn’t blind to the world around her or what she might have left behind outside the dome, she was trying to make sense of what is real and what’s not, and knowing someone cared enough to listen was more than she could ask for. “Just wait until you do, he’s honestly my best friend... Don’t tell him though, I don’t want him to get too arrogant.” She joked as her shoulder gently shoved him. “Me? Great? Now you’re just being too kind. Thanks though, for trying to make me feel a little less icky.” If there was one thing she could do it was listen to people. She constantly wanted to help those she cared for and be there whenever they needed her. “You can come talk to me anytime, I’m always here to listen.” The girl said as a smile formed on her lips. Their eyes stayed locked for a moment and she let herself relax into the stare before they both found themselves realizing how it must have seemed to the other. “Hm... I guess I could go for pizza, only if it’s got extra cheese though.”

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Stitch stood there awkwardly as he gauged her reaction, not wanting to take them back, of course, because it was all true, he wanted to be there for her; but when he saw the blush that took up the blonde’s cheeks his insides filled with panic, afraid that he might have made her uncomfortable. Was it too much, too soon? Sure Daisy herself called him adorable but maybe that was something she said to everyone, right? He wasn’t sure why it was so easy to drop his guard when with her and maybe he was over thinking it too much, but you can never be too sure. At her question, he only became more anxious, tugging at his ear with a light nod as he kept his gaze down. “Uh, yeah. I do…I-is that weird? Because i-if it is I completely understand.” The last thing Stitch wanted to do was to scare the younger girl off, and it always felt like he was just one word away from it when he was with her. He found himself admitting things that he would never bring up to others unless they were Lilo, and he couldn’t understand how or why. Stitch was taken by surprise as the girl brought up her own family. How could someone who was filled with so much light be mistreated in any way? “It does. Sometimes I’m just left with this… blind anger and resentment, you know? Though the dome sucks balls, it kind of feels like a bit of a step up from where I was.” He grimaced at the thought, happy for the change in topic. “Honestly, if it wasn’t for her I’d probably go mad. She’s kind of my rock…a really weird, annoying rock.” He chuckled, and as Daisy expressed her gratitude, the corners of his mouth lifted upwards, opening his mouth to speak before her lips met his cheek. At that, the older boy in flannel stood shocked, now his turn to go red as he frantically avoided her gaze, stammering, “I-I uh, y-y-you’re welc-come.” 

Daisy was a girl that exuded confidence, a trick she’d taught herself. She was able to portray what everyone wanted to see which was a girl that acted as though she had it all together. Although, that was far from the truth. Beneath the stilettos and the soft giggles there was a girl who was disgusted by herself. There was nothing good to see as far as Daisy was concerned but she kept these worries quiet so that no one ever had to know. Then here stood a boy who was blind to how wonderful he was, telling a girl that she was lovely. “Weird? No. Not at all... It’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me. Thank you.” To be lovely, to be something beautiful to someone else. “You are one of the most amazing people I’ve come to know.” Daisy gently pressed her teeth into her lip as she spoke, her gaze unable to meet his because she knew her confidence would start to waver. He was starting to make her feel like she wanted to open up and she wanted to be honest with him. “That’s okay, I totally understand. You’re here now though and it’s a whole new beginning.” A smile was then offered to him. “That’s just how family works.” Family. A word she hadn’t wanted to dwell on for quite some time. In fact, she tried not to think about it at all. “Are you okay?” She asked while her head tilted to observe the boy and his change of attitude. Her hand gently went up to move his chin so that he was forced to meet her eyes. “I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?”

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He chewed on his lower lip as he listened to the blonde speak, finding himself feeling extremely grateful that someone truly felt this way about him (or so she was letting on), no matter how many times he wouldn’t believe it. The fact that she even said it at all was baffling to him. And as much as the dark haired boy wanted to disagree, and point out all the reasons why he actually was all those things, looking at the seriousness and determination in the female’s eyes made him change his words to, “Thanks…you know, for thinking so highly of me and all.”

Stitch was taken aback once again by his incredible friend, surprised she actually wanted to know about what happened that day, and that she was willing to listen. Was this what friendship felt like? The taller of the two jolted a little at Daisy’s touch, and the urge to reach out for her hand, to feel it in his once again scared the boy shitless and he quickly wove his hands together to keep himself from doing just that, hanging his head down. “Th-that’s okay. Um, for starters I woke up late for class this morning…I got a D on a stupid test I studied all week for…met this really unpleasant person who had a lot to say about my clothing choices, I mean, not that I care but, you know…and the studio was closed today so I wasn’t able to box it out like I usually do…”

Daisy was certainly not the girl to see herself as anything spectacular, perhaps because as far as she knew it wasn’t something she’d ever been told. In her mind she was constantly competing against to be better yet it was typically for herself. To her she’d never be good enough even if she did succeed in life the way she hoped to. “You don’t need to thank me for that... I just see what you don’t which is someone really amazing. Maybe you’ll see him someday too, he’s pretty great.” She gave him a smile while the words danced off her tongue. Everything she said Daisy tried to put lightly and have every sentenced perfectly formatted before it ever left her mouth. After making herself look foolish she just sat on her hands so that out of habit she didn’t reach out towards him. Constantly she had to remind herself that others respected personal space. “I’m sorry you had a rough day... Is there anything I can do to help? We can go and do something if you want, maybe get your mind off of it? And for the record, I like you’re outfit so definetely don’t listen to whoever that was.”

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He couldn’t help but return Daisy’s smile at her reply, but somehow, he noticed that it didn’t quite reach her eyes. He didn’t want to point it out and put her on the spot, God knows he never knew what to say when others did it to him, but he didn’t like to see the blonde upset in any way either, so he looked over at her seriously and said, “That’s right. You hold on to all the hope that you can, and I’ll be right here to offer it, because you’re far too lovely to dwell on any of that negativity or to let it get you down. You don’t deserve that.” He scratched the back of his neck bashfully after the speech, hoping it wasn’t being too forward. Stitch was surprised at her question, furrowing his brows in confusion at the thought, lightly flushing as she elbowed him. “Uh well yeah, she means a lot to me, but I’d have to say ‘or what’ on the crush.” He answered with a chuckle. “She’s more like a sister to me than anything else; closest thing to family that I’ve got…not that I really know what it’s like to have one…I-I mean, remember, what it’s like.” The older of the two was quick to cover up, not wanting to get into the conversation of what the notepad had to say about his past. It didn’t matter, since he was here now in the dome. So what if he never truly had a family? So what if his parents didn’t want him and all the foster homes were only ever in it for the money? He didn’t have to worry about it anymore. At least for now. He was taken aback at her next words, unsure of how to answer. He was never told that he was amazing unless it was by Lilo, and to him, she didn’t even really count. “It’s a little easier said then done.” He chewed on his lower lip, scuffling his Chuck Taylor’s. “But no, they’re what make you, you…and I like you just the way you are. You’re pretty great, know that?”

The girl was typically filled with some sort of peppiness all of the time, though it was frequently forced so that no one realizes the true unhappiness that lingered inside of her heart. Stitch just was beginning to make her smile less falsified and more genuine. His words were causing a sudden warming sensation inside of her stomach that she was unable to just ignore. “You think I’m lovely? Really?” It was almost as though that was all she’d gathered from his words, but in fact she’d hung on each one and felt herself beginning blush. She couldn’t even remember the last time anyone made her feel this way, if it was something she’d ever felt before. “I understand that. The little I know about my family isn’t exactly the best either, I just know how it feels... If that makes sense. Like thinking about it all just makes me feel sick to my stomach.” The blond shook her head as she tried to shake the idea from her head. She gave him a sad smile, hoping somehow that might help the situation. “I’m glad you have her in your life though, she sounds like a really special girl.” Daisy found herself constantly trying to take care of people and make sure that they were alright before she was. This was no different. In her mind his feelings mattered more than hers. “That’s understandable.” Her head nodded then a delicate smile painted itself onto her lips. “You think so? Thank you very much, that means a lot to me.” With that Daisy gently placed a kiss to his cheek. “I like you just the way you are too.”

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I am having a lot of feels right now. So many. Also, I am here until I crash so if anyone is around hmu. 

Sorry I’ve been MIA. I moved and switched schools and it’s been a little hard for me to be on a ton. I’m trying to be better though!

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“It’s no problem,really. I’m not very good at pep talks and shit…but I’ll try to be if you’d ever need it.” As someone who struggled in being positive he always felt awkward giving out any kind of consolation or positivity, but it did feel good when it worked out, and the blonde’s smile was beginning to grow on him and he wanted to be there for her. When the topic went to Lilo the dark skinned boy’s features lit up just that little bit, sure that he could go on about her for hours. She was the closest thing to family that he had ever known, and he was insanely grateful for that. “She’s great, a little weirdo, but I guess I am too if she’s willing to put up with me all the time…maybe I can introduce you sometime.” He offered, stuffing his hands into his pockets. At Daisy’s next words, a hint of a smile came to his lips as he looked back up at her. “Nothing wrong with unnecessarily wearing heels all the time, I don’t think. You’d like great either way,but…” The Hawaiian trailed off bashfully, unaware of where he was going with that if he were so honest. He chuckled, embarrassed at his odd attempt of a compliment before looking at her with a warm feeling in his gut he wasn’t ready to admit. “…You really think so, huh?”

“Well it’s very much appreciated. There’s so much negativity lately that it’s becoming easier to get pulled down with it but I can’t let that happen. What does a girl have if not hope? So that’s just what I must have; hope.” Daisy tried to convince herself of her words with a smile. She was struggling at truly believing she still clung to something that made her feel like she wasn’t just a nothing. The blond just wanted to be wonderful, special, unique, just something to someone out there which was becoming more and more of a dream but never a reality. The girl refused to let this show, instead putting on her staged smile for him, he should never have to deal with her when she got negative for he was too lovely to worry about that. “Yeah, I’d love to meet her. You seem to really care about her. Do you have like a crush on her or what?” Daisy’s elbow nudged his side a few times while a soft giggle stumbled from her peach tinted lips. For some strange reason, she didn’t really want to know the answer. “And just for the record no one ever has to deal with you, it’s a total pleasure to even be around you. Don’t think so lowly of yourself when you’re an amazing person.” Daisy’s features softened as she spoke and her smile turning more genuine. “Are you sure? You don’t they’re too much?” She asked while looking down at the lavender stilettos on her feet. Her head snapped back up when she started to speak. “Of course I do! I’m no liar, I promise you that.”

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formerdragonslayer:

“Alright, alright. I won’t tell a soul. You have my word.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Daisy smiled and exhaled happily. “What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around the theater department before.”

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His brows drew together as she spoke, his features now matching her’s and he found himself a little upset over the thought of someone treating the blonde in such a way that she actually believed that about herself. “Hey, hey. If there’s anyone here who’s too much to handle, or too difficult to be around then it’s most definitely me and not you, alright?” Stitch said in a serious tone, not wanting her to believe that she was at fault for his childish outburst. He took a moment to think over whether to tell her what got him so worked up, but he didn’t want Daisy to worry about him, so instead the older male shook his head, looking back up at her. “No, I don’t want to lay any of that on you. Nothing a trip to the ol’ gym can’t fix…but thank you. Truly. I want to be there for you, too.”

Daisy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Stitch was one of the loveliest people she’d met since arriving in this dome. Out of her few friends he was certainly her closest. For him to say that about himself caused her to be filled with confusion. “That’s not true at all. You are not difficult to be around but quite the opposite. Don’t say that about yourself when it’s simply not true.” The blond was firm in her working to make sure that he knew she meant what she was saying to him.”You wouldn’t be... I want to listen, I’m always here if you ever need me.” The girl gave him a smile before gently placing her hand on top of his, though she drew it back remembering his personal space. “Sorry! I told you I forget people need their space sometimes.”

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“Yeah, there you go.” He smirked slightly, lightly nudging her side, stiffening up a little quickly after. He wasn’t really the touchy sort of person and usually kept others at arms length because of it, though this came on naturally, without even having to think about it. Storm decided to shrug it off though, not wanting to think too much into it and move on. He just had to be more careful about it all, right? The older male quickly recomposed himself so as to not have her take notice, shuffling back a little with a small smile. “I get what you mean, I have Lilo and she’s been my partner in crime for as long as I can remember, at least that’s what the notepad said, we got on pretty well though so it didn’t really take much to convince me. It’d be nice to have something a little different from that, though…” The male found himself growing a little awkward all over again after speaking, and it only grew worse as the topic quickly changed. Stitch bit down on his lip nervously, knowing for sure this was not how you react to being complimented. “Uh..w-well I don’t really know what to say to that.” He laughed out shakily. “…Y-you don’t seem too bad yourself..” He realized how stupid it sounded the moment the words came out.

“Thank you for that, I needed a little boost today. Sometimes the things of the day just drag me down, you know?” Daisy tried to be positive most of the time but there were days where she just wasn’t able to. The girl put a smile on her face for him and exhaled gently. It was nice to know at least someone was there for her. She rocked from her heels to her toes as she stood beside him, keeping her eyes down on the ground. When Daisy moved her eyes back to him she smiled. It was easier to smile when she was in such good company. Putting on a strong face seemed to be something she did so often, though today her grin was more genuine than usual. “She sounds nice. I don’t think I’ve met a Lilo before, that’s a very unique name. Maybe I’ll meet her one of these days.” Daisy always wanted a friend like that though her best friend was just herself. “You have me! I’m different. Well, kind of. I’m just a theater nerd who wear unnecessary high heels way too often.” A soft chuckle tumbled from her lips, her eyes going to his. “Well thank you. I do try to be a somewhat decent looking human being.” Daisy scrunched up her nose at him. “You’re adorable, I really don’t know how you do it.”

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Stitch chewed on his lip nervously as he still felt embarrassed about his sudden outburst. Would she think weirdly of him because of it? Was it too much since the pair were still getting to know each other? He felt dumb as he found himself overthinking things again. He just really didn’t want to lose Daisy. There was just something to her he couldn’t help but find endearing and he loved her company. She was like a personal little ray of sunshine to whom ever had the pleasure of meeting her. He looked back up at her as she put her stuff back down, and found a small, shy smile tug at his lips at her rambling, relieved that she wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon. “Yes, I’m sure. You could never be a bother to me…I’m sorry you had to see that side of me, it just…hasn’t been the best day for me, I guess…“ He answered , looking down as he fiddled with his thumbs.

Daisy used her fingertips to gently pick at the threading of her dress. The girl always had this nervous tick, it agitated her mother whenever she did it. Before shows she’d constantly pull at the strings until her outfit was practically unravelling. This time she stopped before it got to that point and simply set her hands in her lap, gently tapping against her knees as she did. Her eyebrows furrowed and she turned to him with concern painting her features as he spoke. “Hey, you don’t need to apologize. I know I’m not the easiest person to be around sometimes, I am a lot to handle. It’s okay. I totally understand.” The blond smiled briefly before it fell once again. “Do you want to talk about it? Your day, I mean... I totally understand if you don’t! I don’t want to intrude but I’m here for you, if you ever need me.”

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formerdragonslayer:

“Oh who cares what they think. I think it’s pretty funny.” She laughed with a shrug.

“I mean, I don’t want to get in trouble that wouldn’t look good for the girl who wants to keep her part in the play.” She smiled at the girl. “I’m glad you do! Making people laugh is one of my favorite things.”

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bby-lil:

“Sorry to intrude but have you happened to see my brother around here? He’s about my height, looks a lot like me only uglier, and goes by the name Phillip?”

“Hm...” The girl thought for a moment before shaking her head. “I’m sorry, I haven’t. I wish I had thought because I really do want to meet your brother sometime.”

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Stitch grew guiltier as the silence continued to fill the space between the two, awkwardly clearing his throat as he nervously scratched at the back of his neck; he was never good at this. Which was why he usually kept to himself. “L-look I-” The older of the two began, before lightly blushing at the realization that they both spoke up at the same time, allowing her to speak as Storm offered her an uneasy smile.

The male felt helpless as he listened to Daisy apologize, beating himself up for being so quick to snap. If it was such a big deal how close she was then he could have just moved aside himself instead of making such a big deal about it. And if it was anyone else he probably would have stood by his statement, being the childish, stubborn twat he was, but Daisy was too good a friend to lose to his aggressive impulses. “No, don’t!” Storm blurted out, maybe a tad too desperate as the younger girl mentioned leaving. If he wasn’t embarrassed before, he sure as hell was now. “I-I mean…please don’t go..” Stupid.

Daisy found something so sweet about Stitch, he was hard to be around and not having her giggle while having him as company. She just worried she’d gotten annoying which was the last thing she wanted to do. It was a problem she’d encountered a few times before at the school though each she’d found her way out of. Somehow people always warmed up to her after awhile. That didn’t mean that the concern that one day she might not be so lucky, especially when it involved someone like Stitch that she wanted to keep in her life. He was one of the only friends she had and that she spent actual time with. 

She was a bit surprised by his words, though she slowly set herself back onto the bench. “Are you sure? I just don’t want to be bugging you or anything. I know I’m a lot sometimes, I don’t mean to be but it just happens. Let me know if I’m ever doing that or rambling on... Kind of like I am now...” The girl said as she voice softly faded out.