Brian ran one of his palms up and down Valerie’s arm. She wanted him to talk; he wasn’t great at that. Usually, when he tried to explain himself, he experienced a crippling loss for words, and all he could do was stand there like a mute, fiddle his hands, do something inappropriate like laugh, and then hide in a corner with a drink. But he was willing to try. Just on another night, when his buddies weren’t staring at them from ten feet away.
“I’ll show you.” Here was an opportunity to share his passion, on his terms, on his turf. “C’mon,” he said. Brian put his hands around her waist and lifted her onto the wall. Then he snatched his hands back. Uh oh. Was that a massive screw-up? Was it better to do the manly thing, even if she didn’t need it?
‘Fuck it. You second guess everything, you’ll look pretty dickless.’
He hopped up beside her and spun his legs to the other side. As he jumped down, he started talking. “That guy beside Maddy is Seth. He sings and plays guitar. He’s kind of a rage-a-holic but he’s harmless. Like a hamster on steroids. The guy with the drumsticks is Mikey.”
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on 2013-10-13 07:48 pm (UTC)“I’ll show you.” Here was an opportunity to share his passion, on his terms, on his turf. “C’mon,” he said. Brian put his hands around her waist and lifted her onto the wall. Then he snatched his hands back. Uh oh. Was that a massive screw-up? Was it better to do the manly thing, even if she didn’t need it?
‘Fuck it. You second guess everything, you’ll look pretty dickless.’
He hopped up beside her and spun his legs to the other side. As he jumped down, he started talking. “That guy beside Maddy is Seth. He sings and plays guitar. He’s kind of a rage-a-holic but he’s harmless. Like a hamster on steroids. The guy with the drumsticks is Mikey.”