Cheeks flushed a deep red color, heart LEAPING into her throat so far that she
could’ve sworn she might CHOKE on it and her guts were beginning to feel all
WARM AND FUZZY. She cleared her throat, struggling to find WORDS to say
because something told her that grinning like a LOVE-STRUCK FOOL (which
she was) just wouldn’t cut it, “ Well, um, uh… ” NICE GOING, YOU GIANT IDIOT,
“ I’ll try not to. Pretty sure I’m failing already, but oh fuckin’ well. ” Could you really
blame her for being AWKWARD AS SHIT? This wasn’t an every day occurrence
(yet). At least she managed to give his hand a subtle squeeze, hoping that would
make up for how STUPID she was acting.
He was seriously going to need to pull himself together. What, he could talk the talk but couldn’t walk the walk ?? THIS SHOULD BE NOTHING. But it wasn’t. Instead his throat felt tight, made it almost impossible to speak { what a travesty !! }.But he forces his hand to remain locked on hers, feet stepping along concrete as red burns over pale, freckled cheeks. “Well, I can’t expect any less.” He muses, attempting to jest despite the shakiness of his voice. “You always were a DWEEB, Sammy Sam !!” He finally manages to get out, squeezing her hand right back. “ ‘Sides, this is nothing, I have a repertoire of romance. This is merely step one.”
