Emmett
Sounds like a solid 0. Nice.
Wed Jan 18, 2017 21:39
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She agreed - he wasn’t super sure if that was a good thing or not, overall - and then took off, coming back a moment later with open hands. Well, at least there was no risk now of something getting spilled on him while they were dancing. That would be inconvenient. This was a light-colored shirt, and Dr. Pepper was dark, so it would probably stain, and -

Whoa, she was suddenly super close. Saying things. Nice things. Things that made him very happy and also a little bit sad. “Easier said than done,” he answered with crooked smile. Mostly, he meant the whole “not trying so hard” dancing thing, but also, for him to go with the flow and stop working so hard in regular life seemed almost impossible. Emmett was always thinking - albeit poorly sometimes, because, and he would admit it, he wasn’t exactly the brightest crayon in the box - and overthinking, and trying to be cool. She said he didn’t need to try because they already liked him (which felt amazing to hear, despite everything) but that was because he tried to be cool. His inner dork got out way too often as it was; letting that guy out anymore would easily overfill the acceptable dorkiness quota.

Plus, he felt like being younger than his friends meant he had to find a way to compensate. Everybody cool was a fifth year. There was nothing wrong with the two fourth year girls, really, and there was apparently a new transfer kid in Cetus, but Emmett wanted to be in the year above, with Holland and Danny and Marissa and Rose. This whole “birthday in September” thing just wasn’t working out.

“So, what moves when, and how, and also where?” he asked with a laugh, trying to the redirect the conversation back to actual dancing matters. It was definitely preferable to thinking about his feelings and inadequacies. The Lawrences were not a very emotionally in-touch group, at least not the men, so he had somewhat spent his life thus far stuffing that garbage back down, into the Void of Manly Suppression. It was easier that way.

  • I never said you were off! - Marissa, Wed Jan 18 10:32
    Marissa couldn’t help but notice that Emmett’s face was getting a little red, and she wondered if hers was, too. She knew that, under the freckles, she was naturally going to be a little pink from... more
    • Sounds like a solid 0. Nice. - Emmett, Wed Jan 18 21:39
      • I never said that! - Marissa, Mon Jan 23 12:24
        Sometimes, Marissa wished she hadn’t dated Emmett. Maybe the reason he couldn’t get himself to let go and just be himself was because he was younger. She hadn’t thought a year would make much of a... more
        • #Mixedsignals - Emmett, Mon Jan 23 23:56
          “What do you want to do next?” It was a good question. Emmett wanted a lot to do a lot of things next, both in terms of dancing and, like, life. As far as the current party situation went, he mostly... more
          • You're the only one confused here - Marissa, Sat Jan 28 20:17
            Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was Emmett going back to being the funny nerd she knew, but Marissa was laughing a lot tonight. It was the good kind of laughter. It spread across her freckled... more
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