She likes him -- she really, i really /i likes him.
After that one stupid day at stupid Mickey's; that was all it took to transform Kim Carslile's cold-as-ice innards to some sort of nasty, mushy caferteria-esque glop. But when you're innards are swimming, that doesn't mean you can't control your expressions.
Which she did quite nicely, as a matter of fact -- because basically, with Kim, everything i was /i a matter of fact. Once she accidentally watched him from across the hall -- one of i those /i looks -- a dazed, almost dreamy, far-off sort of look. Until Natalia caught her, asking her what she was staring at so intently.
There was a breif answer, but none of it held a ray of the truth -- the words "Robbie McGrath."
Maybe the reason Kim wasn't honest was because she hadn't reasoned that McGrath made her heart start beating quicker -- but, then again, maybe she had. Maybe she knew that that day at Mickey's really did mean i something /i, that all those coincidences had made her notice. Maybe her lack of comment on Robbie was due to the one word that most non-existant relationships are cursed with -- denial.
But then again, McGrath wasn't her type. i Types /i were big at Henry Roscoe High -- and it didn't matter that he was cute, that he actually cared about things, that he noticed what others didn't, that he made her laugh. However, he wasn't in the right clubs, he didn't have the right friends, and he never wore the right clothes.
So when he accidentally brushes past her in the hall, she tries not to feel the tingles. When his brown eyes catch hers, she contains the blush. When he loudly cracks a joke, she comes up with a smirk of superiority. And when they're in a casual situation, she always manages a clever retort.
Because, well, in the battle of matter of fact and denial, Kim's chosen her side.
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b Hey all you Radio Free Roscoe fans:
R-E-V-I-E-W
After that one stupid day at stupid Mickey's; that was all it took to transform Kim Carslile's cold-as-ice innards to some sort of nasty, mushy caferteria-esque glop. But when you're innards are swimming, that doesn't mean you can't control your expressions.
Which she did quite nicely, as a matter of fact -- because basically, with Kim, everything i was /i a matter of fact. Once she accidentally watched him from across the hall -- one of i those /i looks -- a dazed, almost dreamy, far-off sort of look. Until Natalia caught her, asking her what she was staring at so intently.
There was a breif answer, but none of it held a ray of the truth -- the words "Robbie McGrath."
Maybe the reason Kim wasn't honest was because she hadn't reasoned that McGrath made her heart start beating quicker -- but, then again, maybe she had. Maybe she knew that that day at Mickey's really did mean i something /i, that all those coincidences had made her notice. Maybe her lack of comment on Robbie was due to the one word that most non-existant relationships are cursed with -- denial.
But then again, McGrath wasn't her type. i Types /i were big at Henry Roscoe High -- and it didn't matter that he was cute, that he actually cared about things, that he noticed what others didn't, that he made her laugh. However, he wasn't in the right clubs, he didn't have the right friends, and he never wore the right clothes.
So when he accidentally brushes past her in the hall, she tries not to feel the tingles. When his brown eyes catch hers, she contains the blush. When he loudly cracks a joke, she comes up with a smirk of superiority. And when they're in a casual situation, she always manages a clever retort.
Because, well, in the battle of matter of fact and denial, Kim's chosen her side.
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b Hey all you Radio Free Roscoe fans:
R-E-V-I-E-W