Not that bad compared to... snow so thick the roofs creaked and the air practically froze in your throat. If you could get the door open, you could hear crisp crackling noises all over as the snow settled...
No, he'd never known a place like that, had he?
"Yeah, uh, better a coward than guy with a broken nose, I guess."
There was a disheartened look at that, at admitting he was a coward, at her saying the word first, and then a brief moment of awkward silence as he cast about for something to talk about.
He'd liked Astrid pretty much ever since he started school here. She was older, cooler, pretty, but more than that, she just had this...
There was something about her like she was perfectly at ease with the world. Nothing awkward, nothing...like he was.
She was just...cool. There was just something about her. Something...
It wasn't like he had any weird idealized ideas about who he thought she was, it was more that he he just...wanted to find out more, and knew he'd never be in a position to. They'd only had a few classes together, and whole they'd spoken a few times and even done a group project together (during which, he'd been so quiet it was not really any surprise she had to dig a little for his name), he'd never really...tried to talk to her. Just talk. Usually, he'd been too scared to.
Maybe this was his chance. Maybe this was his only chance.
"Cigarettes are bad for you." Great, way to sound like a total dork.
"I mean, you could get in trouble." And a goodie goodie.
"Wow, I'm sounding like a narc here--I just mean Vice Principal Goodey peeks out here in between classes sometimes. It's not really the best place to smoke. The other doors usually--I haven't really seen her peek around those because they're farther from the Main Office."
There was an aimless shrug to show that he was trying more to be helpful in preventing her from getting caught than anything.
"Although, cigarettes, you know--I always find it a shame when a really pretty girl smokes because it means if they don't stop, then by the time they're forty, they're probably going to look like one of the ladies that works at the Moonrow Diner--side of mountain for a face, yellow teeth, emphysema..." Wow, he was straying into being offensive, wasn't he. Go him. He just won at talking to girls forever.
"I just mean..." He sighed, now frustrated that, as always, he could never, ever say anything right. "I've seen you around and all. You're pretty and a pretty cool girl--you don't really have to do something like smoke, because it'd be hard for you to be any cooler than you are, anyway."
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Not that bad compared to... snow so thick the roofs creaked and the air practically froze in your throat. If you could get the door open, you could hear crisp crackling noises all over as the snow settled...
No, he'd never known a place like that, had he?
"Yeah, uh, better a coward than guy with a broken nose, I guess."
There was a disheartened look at that, at admitting he was a coward, at her saying the word first, and then a brief moment of awkward silence as he cast about for something to talk about.
He'd liked Astrid pretty much ever since he started school here. She was older, cooler, pretty, but more than that, she just had this...
There was something about her like she was perfectly at ease with the world. Nothing awkward, nothing...like he was.
She was just...cool. There was just something about her. Something...
It wasn't like he had any weird idealized ideas about who he thought she was, it was more that he he just...wanted to find out more, and knew he'd never be in a position to. They'd only had a few classes together, and whole they'd spoken a few times and even done a group project together (during which, he'd been so quiet it was not really any surprise she had to dig a little for his name), he'd never really...tried to talk to her. Just talk. Usually, he'd been too scared to.
Maybe this was his chance. Maybe this was his only chance.
"Cigarettes are bad for you." Great, way to sound like a total dork.
"I mean, you could get in trouble." And a goodie goodie.
"Wow, I'm sounding like a narc here--I just mean Vice Principal Goodey peeks out here in between classes sometimes. It's not really the best place to smoke. The other doors usually--I haven't really seen her peek around those because they're farther from the Main Office."
There was an aimless shrug to show that he was trying more to be helpful in preventing her from getting caught than anything.
"Although, cigarettes, you know--I always find it a shame when a really pretty girl smokes because it means if they don't stop, then by the time they're forty, they're probably going to look like one of the ladies that works at the Moonrow Diner--side of mountain for a face, yellow teeth, emphysema..." Wow, he was straying into being offensive, wasn't he. Go him. He just won at talking to girls forever.
"I just mean..." He sighed, now frustrated that, as always, he could never, ever say anything right. "I've seen you around and all. You're pretty and a pretty cool girl--you don't really have to do something like smoke, because it'd be hard for you to be any cooler than you are, anyway."