The Beginning of the End (Zombie RP) discussion

He couldn't understand why he was so nervous. It wasn't like it was his first time coming over to Kai's house in the first place. But then again, this happened every time. The dark haired boy swallowed thickly, contemplating whether he should even be here. He could just go home and retreat into the comfort of his room ( which may or may not have been conveniently across from Kai's ). They could be in the middle of some mother-daughter bonding, and they needed all the time together they could get.

Chewing on his bottom lip, he bounced back on his heels for a moment. All he was here to do was hang out, take out to eat. Nothing different from what they usually did. So he rang the doorbell and waited.

Wow, okay. Wow, okay. Just those two words repeated in his mind as he attempted to get is heart to quiet down. Because he was very much afraid that she'd hear it with how loud it was beating. Despite her apologies for her looks, he still thought she was beautiful. he nearly forgot to step inside, too occupied with staring at her. He chuckled, short and somewhat forced with his nerves. His smile, though, came easy; he could always smile around her. And it had just hit him that she'd call him an angel. His cheeks heated, much to his chagrin. "Hello, Mrs. Walker." He thought his voice cracked as he called up to her. Smooth.

"Uh, yeah, I just came to see if you wanted to hang out or something." He shrugged, rocking back on his heels. He had to tear his eyes away from her, realizing a beat later that she was inviting him to sit beside her. He followed suit and settled himself at the edge of the couch. e would say that he had dressed up slightly. He was in his good jeans--not the ones covered in paint or the ones that had been unceremoniously ripped from him falling out of a tree and somehow not breaking anything--and for once he wasn't wearing a hand-me-down from one of his cousins across the street. The intention had been to look semi-good while out with her. "We don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to." He tugged at the drawstring of his hoodie, tapping his fingers against his knee.

Every part of Ley was 100% positive that Kai likely saw him as the weird neighbor kid that was good for a laugh. At least she saw him as something. But he certainly wasn't helping it with how nervous he was.

The words were there--they totally were--just stuck in his throat at her rhetorical question. At least he thought it was rhetorical and not meant to throw him into some kind of frenzy. If he wasn't already the color of a tomato with how hard he was blushing, he should have been then. He laughed along with her references, shoving his hands into his pockets because he had this deep-seated temptation to hold her hand for some reason and that was a definite no right now.

"I'm totally not a Casanova." His objection was based on years of being shot down, though he suspected it had much to do with the fact that he was considered the all-around nerd since middle school and dating him--even if out of pity--would have sent those people's social standing plummeting. He swallowed again, nodding. He wasn't trusting his voice with anything more than a few words. He couldn't trust that he wouldn't blurt out that he thought she looked good in whatever and he'd rather stay here and sit inhumanly close to her while they watched a movie. "Yeah, sure."

He trailed after her like a puppy would their master. Mrs. Walker was, to be frank, as amazing as her daughter. Even in her current state, she could still laugh and crack jokes. He was sure that she was probably the same way before her diagnosis and that had to have taken some strength. He hoped he wasn't smiling like the dork he was, because Mrs. Walker would easily catch on. She probably already had figured out everything, anyways. Just thinking about that made him glance up at Kai--okay, that was her ass in his face and at this very instant, he regretted being a teenage guy.

Ley blinked, trying to replace the image with dead puppies or his grandmother down the road. Or maybe he'd try that trick his brother had suggested. It was gross, but it would do for the three point five seconds he had left on the stairs before he flashed his crush's mother with his boner through his jeans.