adamcaleer:
“i got elbowed in the face at my friend’s cousin’s confirmation party.” he tells her, makes it sound casual, genuine. “dude’s name was doyle. twice my size and had the absolute coolest mullet i’ve ever laid my hands on. great stuff.” he reaches for her card, instantly drops it. idiot. fucking useless. he offers an awkward half-smile, before trying again. he picks up the id, examines it. looks at her, pauses, looks back at the card and–– “aw, you look fourteen.” brows furrow almost instantly. fucking stupid–– idiot, why are you like this? he scolds himself mentally, grimace spreading across his features for a split second. “not like that. oof. what i meant to say is.. it’s, uh, you look so young. it’s cute.” another pause. “not that i find.. fourteen year olds cute, not particularly. i mean–– you know.” he hopes she does.
Lily felt herself smiling wider and wider as she watched Adam fumble both with his hands and his words. “I think you’re cute too. In a non-fourteen year old way,” she said almost immediately after he stopped speaking. ‘Good one Lil, real smooth,’ she thought, trying not to show any embarrassment at how uncool she sounded. Trying to sound less eager, she continued to ramble on. “I know there’s like all this impending doom around us, but uh, yeah,” she trailed off, realizing half way through that she didn’t know what she was trying to say. She was actually flustered by this boy, which never happened. She wished she could just summon Claire or Bam to slap some sense into her and tell her to sound less desperate or at least a little chill.
