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Tyler Simms (_babyboy) wrote in wariscoming,

At her laugh, he brought his hand up to his face, trying to hide away from her. God, he felt like a total dork. Why did he always have to have such trouble talking to girls one-on-one? And this wasn't even in a romantic sense! Not that she wasn't pretty, or his type, or any of that - because that would be a bold-faced lie - but the others were always so much smoother in situations like this. Caleb would just smile and charm his way out of the situation, Pogue would his roguish good looks, and Reid would just talk so much shit that they would forget what the hell was going on in the first place. Him? He wasn't even sure what he would do. Except this. Fumble over every word that seemed to want to come out of his mouth.

"I know that. I just, uh," he stopped himself, not even sure what he wanted to say. He just, what? Wanted to try to seem even more innocent than his already guilty demeanor and face suggested otherwise? Yeah, right. That wouldn't seem strange at all. Hell, he was pretty sure that he was developing his own definition of strange right about now. He cleared his throat, just going a little more red when she mocked him about the "cool" comment. Yeah, he was sure he looked cool. Muchly. Right.

But then she continued, and he couldn't help but turn to look at her, a confused look on his face. Was she pulling his leg? She certainly didn't seem like the type, but if not, then what the hell was she going on about? He swallowed. "You mean, you were somewhere else, another state or whatever, and suddenly wound up here? Just like that?" he asked, just to clarify. "Because, uh... If so... then maybe I do, sorta, maybe, kinda... need your help."

Smooth, Tyler. Very smooth.