❝ … a little, but… ❞ a sigh. she doesn’t want what they have to change, but she wouldn’t mind it if he acted NICER every once in a while. after all, the other boys, like peter dawson, don’t act like this towards her. maybe that’s because j.d doesn’t a c t u a l l y like her. she wouldn’t be surprised.
the twelve year old, from then on out, has a change in demeanor. she becomes quiet, pensive. she’s staring at his face to be able to clean it, but she’s not actually SEEING anything. o d d how one little thought can keep her locked in her mind. it really would SUCK, though, if jason dean didn’t like her. what if he argued with his mom every night;; told her that it was high time he stops PRETENDING?
he wasn’t versed in the psychology of women, but he figured her silence wasn’t a good thing. it wasn’t anything against her, really. but he’d finally found a relationship that he liked. somewhere in between the one he had with his mother and father. slightly horrible and borderline abusive - the slushie reigning proof of the fact - but also kind of awesome and edgefully endearing. the pressure of her fingers against his skin a prime example.
and he just wasn’t willing to give that up at the hand of chivalry. but, if she was going to become a recluse in his presence, maybe he would have to make a few changes. with a sigh, he reached up to pull her hand from his sticky face and willed his glance to move her direction.
❛ i GUESS, if you want, i could be a little nicer. just don’t get your hopes up or anything. ❜
