hartattacks on June 6th, 2016 06:53 am (UTC) Re: Mid-Fifth Year
Good, because then you'd be cooing at him instead of talking to me.
[She says it flatly, sitting had on the window bench.] I'm fine. Now, you need to come sit your tush right here next to me and talk to me. We're not leaving 'til you do.
hartattacks on June 7th, 2016 01:46 am (UTC) Re: Mid-Fifth Year
Anything. Something. Don't think for a minute. [She glances at her friend taking her hand.] Look, Riles. You won't know what'll happen if you don't try. And you'll feel even worse if you keep looking at him that. It's Farkle. What do you expect him to do? Go all Dracula on you and suck your blood for asking? I can guarantee that kid don't have it in him. He loves you, too.
hartattacks on June 7th, 2016 02:59 am (UTC) Re: Mid-Fifth Year
So can he. [She shrugs.] I don't know, Riles. You have to figure out something. Like, I get it their both our friends but this is--- a mess. And ya gotta do something.