The way she tried to hide her blushing cheeks bought a smile to Ryan’s face, but at the mention of tying his shoelaces, he groaned, “It’s so embarrassin’. Not bein’ able to tie your own shoelaces. Ya know you’re the only person I’ve ever told besides Jelle? But he’s in Netherlands and that doesn’t count, so, Ivy, you have the honor of bein’ the first in Roseboro to know...” now it was his turn to blush. Wow, why did he even tell her in the first place? How humiliating. He chuckled, “Jodenkoeken, or jodenkoek for single, and you’re welcome. It was the least I could do. I also bought my guitar...” he set his guitar case on her couch and took it out, looking down at it and trying to tune it out. Okay, should he tell her? No, no, after they were done making bracelets, in case she rejected him, they could at least get done what they were going to do in the first place. “I um, I wrote a song. I could play it for you afterwards, when we’re done with the bracelets.... if you want.” wow, could Ivy sense how nervous he was? This was too embarrassing. What was it about her that made him feel all tingly inside? Stupid feelings getting in the fucking way. He tried shaking off the jittery, nervous feeling he had in the pit of his stomach, setting his guitar down and pulling out his bracelet making kit, avoiding eye contact with her in case he cracked. “You can choose whatever color you want, what you want it to say too. Oh, never love. I have a feelin’ that by the end of today, you’re the one that’s gonna be laughin’ at me.” yeah, when I sing you the cheesy song I wrote for you and you totally reject me. He shook the thoughts out of his head, trying to focus on just making bracelets. Shit, he shouldn’t have bought his guitar in the first place. What if his voice cracked? What if she didn’t like the song? What if she just flat out laughs at him? All these thoughts kept running through his head, no matter how hard he tried to shake them off. He just hoped he didn’t burst out in Dutch, something he tended to do when he got nervous. He cleared his throat, “Boeiend-” he cut himself off, realizing he was speaking in Dutch. God, why did he have that stupid nervous habit? He shook his head, “I mean, Whatever you want, love. Sorry, sometimes I forget to speak English.” he lied, hoping she would believe it, because really, it wasn’t that great of a lie. “Let’s do this. Watch, by the end of today, you’ll be a kandi making pro.”
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