Re: Bridget/Butters
"No," she said softly, playing with the fray on her gloves. Bridget had really tried her best to prepare for the night with a hoodie and gloves but forgot to take her sunglasses off the top of her head, the frame pushing her hair back like a headband. "The truth is, I wasn't really popular where I came from," she confessed, giving him a shrug as she motioned to walk forward, her hands now shoved into her pockets.
She felt kind of felt silly about it but figured that he should know the truth, especially if she started to act weird around all of these other people. He had the right to know who she was, all parts of her, even the parts that she didn't want people to know. That was part of the reason why she wanted him to do the reading but it wasn't important now. They were here in the woods, almost at the party. Bridget could hear the music and she looked up at Michael with a smile.
"But, you know, if I'm here with you it can't be half bad."