Russell
...I'll just go before I make this worse
Sun Jul 23, 2017 13:02
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At Emmettís insinuation of private clothing-optional sleepovers, Russell could feel his face getting warm again. Oh. Oh. His mouth opened and closed without doing any word things. He didnít really have anything to say to that, mostly because he wanted to melt into the floor just at the thought of being sans pyjamas with another person, but also a bit because what even could he say? Fortunately, Emmett was taking control of the conversation. Well, at this point it was more of a rant, really.

ďNo, I, I knew that,Ē Russell protested weakly. He fell silent again as it became obvious that Emmett was just going to keep ranting. Clearly, the other boyís view of Russell as Not Paying Attention had been relevant enough to bring up but not important enough to correct. Or at least, not important enough compared toÖ whatever he was saying about Holland and Ruben.

Being known as Not Paying Attention wasnít the worst label he couldíve wound up with, Russell supposed. It was inaccurate, because he did pay attention - a lot of it. He literally had to because he could not reliably distinguish walls from doors without paying attention. In the past year, heíd built up a fantastic mental map of the school. Maybe Emmett had a point in that his social mapping could use some work; he could admit he zoned out on all this drama the other students wound up in. But that was probably for the best. He was totally lost right now, he had no idea why Emmett was getting so worked up over something that wasnít his business--

And suddenly it became Russellís business, too. He felt his immediately twice as stressed. Like, his heart was suddenly banging around in his throat and his breathing was starting to do that squeaky thing. See, this was a very good reason not to pay attention! ďUh, but, what, I,Ē and what on Earth was he supposed to tell Emmett? If he was brave enough to tell Emmett that Holland looked fine and he didnít think it was their business anyways, Emmett would just interpret that to mean that Russell didnít care about Holland and then hate him more. And he didnít want Emmett to hate him more, or at all, not that he didnít honestly mind but Marissa seemed to mind and he didnít want to get invited to another of their group hangouts only to make everything awkward again--

ďOkayfine!Ē he blurted out and, before he could convince himself this was Definitely a Bad Idea, Russell spun around, almost tripped on his own foot, stumbled upright again, and marched towards the nail-painting station.

  • A likely story! - Emmett, Sat Jul 22 22:13
    ...Okay, so, Emmett had like no idea what Russell was even talking about. Part of that was probably his own fault, because he didnít listen very carefully since he didnít care about what Russell had... more
    • ...I'll just go before I make this worse - Russell, Sun Jul 23 13:02
      • Sliding right in - Rose Farnon, Mon Jul 24 09:52
        Thus far Rose wasn't a huge fan of the slumber party she and Marissa had put together. She had gotten dressed up for it - soft gray sweatpants and a lacy teal camisole with fluffy black slippers -... more
        • Slide all you want, friend. - Emmett, Mon Jul 24 18:09
          Wait, what? Holy crap, Russell was doing it. This was gonna happen. Emmet could hardly believe his eyes as the Cetus less-than-gracefully approached Holland and Ruben. This was it. Oh my God. But... more
          • Slip-n-Slide! - Rose, Wed Jul 26 05:55
            Emmettís startled response made Rose snort in amusement. He was really absorbed in - Rose glanced over at Russell, Holland, and Ruben - whatever that was. It didnít exactly surprise her. With all the ... more
            • Emmett snickered at Roseís sarcastic affirmation of his not-a-lie. ďI may have made a suggestion,Ē he confessed light-heartedly. ďI didnít think heíd actually do it . Canít say Iím too heartbroken... more
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