· ℱake it || magicaedestruit
“You’re gonna be fine?”
They were good enough friends that she could hit him, right? Because she might wind up doing that.
“You knew my mum when we were children, Neal.” She started, pulling on her coat and grabbing her purse. “You haven’t met mum at this stage in her life.” Never in her teenage years did she ever expect her mother to change in ‘stages.’ Overprotective mother when she turned sixteen (but honestly, even then she didn’t do much, so why did she bother being that way), and now onto this mother: always wanting her eldest child to give her some grandkids. It was frightning. She stared off for some time before smiling up at him.
"Neal,” it was strange to call him that, but good. Baelfire was a bit of a mouthful anyway. “You don’t have to thank me. What we did for you doesn’t need to be repaid.”
She wove her arm into the crook of his elbow. They could talk all day about their adventures when he stayed with her family, but she knew better than to be late for her own parents’ party. She smiled up at him, leaning in just a bit close. “The bookstore!”
“We can say that you came in to the bookstore and begged for a date with me.” That sounded fair, half the time she had to be begged for a date. “I like… old movies. Especially Westerns. Do you like those?”
Whereas Wendy’s demeanor at that moment could best be described as a little ball of stress, Neal was quite the opposite; he had been a tad nervous before, but none of that was visible now. He seemed fairly relaxed, even with Wendy attempting to convince him they were about to face a difficult situation. He figured if she was stressing out so much, he needed to play it cool to at least try and get her to calm down a little.
“Hey, I can be pretty decent when I wanna be. Least you don’t have to worry ‘bout me making a fool outta you.”
He was about to protest her remark that they didn’t need to be thanked for what they did for him, when he realized that would probably unchain an endless discussion, which seemed rather pointless to him, so in stead, he simply nodded, displaying the same smile he’d shown her before.
Upon her suggestion that he had begged for a date with her, Neal quirked a single eyebrow, moments before producing a chuckle, studying her expression to determine if she was joking or not.
“Begged? How 'bout we were both interested in the same book? And I don’t know much 'bout Westerns, but enough to bluff my way through a party, I suppose.”
