“I’m..not following. What do you mean? You think I’m…cool? And you like my glasses? And my hair?”

Doody was so slow. He didn’t get it; flirting. Was she flirting? Does..is she trying to get with me?

Doody scratched the back of his head, sitting his gaiter beside him. He looked up at you, annoying, perfect, totally rad, you. Your arms were crossed, the bow on your head slightly crooked.

Doody reached his hand to her hair, and tilted the bow slightly, making it straight.

“There.”

“You’re the worst!”

“What did I do?!?”

“How have you not noticed? 3 years! I’ve been flirting with you for 3 years!”

“…you…oh…I-…oh…”