Last RP comment form part 7-
"That is MY phone," Spencer growled. "Give. It. Back. Fraya, shush for a sec. I can text you when I've dealt with this nuisance that may or may not have derived from an oyster." He snatched the phone back and pressed the "End Call" button, then jerked his thumb toward the door. "Leave," he said. "I don't care if you listen through the door, just get out."
Spencer snorted. "Can't argue there. But really, it was only awkward because you said it was." He took another bite, swallowed, and changed the subject. "Thinking of going out for girls' soccer this year?"
Fraya thought for a moment, the decided, “Naaaah, not really. I didn’t feel like an awkward conversation. At least, not here. It probably wouldn’t be awkward in private.”
Realizing what she’d just said, she slowly face-palmed. “Aaaaand that was awkward.”
"Yeah, we did," Spencer said through a mouthful of pizza – Fraya had asked the question just as he'd decided to continue eating. "But is that a bad thing?"
Fraya shrugged, then realized something.
“We got completely off topic again, didn’t we?”
"Right. Not even close. Hours, if that." Spencer shook his head vigorously. "I don't even know where you got months."
“Sure, sure you will,” Fraya said sarcastically, laughing as she said it. “I definitely believe that. Because it hasn’t taken you months. Nope.”
"I do know how invitations work, Fraya," Spencer said, pretending to be exasperated. "and besides, I will get to those drawings at some point."
Fraya’s grin switched to a smirk, but inside she was an uncertain wreck. “Okay, you’re on. But remember, now you can’t get out of it like with those drawings you never finished. You have to do this now.”
Spencer grinned again. "Oh, you caught that, did you? Yes, I am."
A grin slowly spread across Fraya’s face. “Are you asking me to go to the dance with you, Spencer Martyn?”
Spencer grinned, guessing what was going through Fraya's head and agreeing with the thoughts. "So... now what?" He answered his own question in a thoughtful tone. "I suppose this gives us an excuse to go to the dance..." He raised an eyebrow inquiringly.
Waverly glanced at the others at the table.
“Is it okay with you guys?” she asked hopefully, glancing at Oscar with a smile.
Fraya rolled her eyes. He looked way too pleased with himself. How was this suddenly going so much smoother for him? Halfway through an irritated thought, it evaporated into “he likes me.” Then she just couldn’t be mad at him. At all, to any degree.
She attempted a smile, feeling EXTREMELY unsure and insecure, and said, “Well... I’ve liked you since just about the same time like crazy.”
She’d added in the last teo words on a whim, and instantly regretted them, feeling her cheeks burn.
(Oki)
(I forgot that there was one in the first place. I don't think so, at least not till we're told otherwise.)
( Is there still a limit of ten comments per day? )
"Yep," Spencer said with a slightly smug grin. He took another experimental bite of pizza and found it a much more palatable temperature, so he chewed and swallowed.
Oscar: ( I have no idea what to do with him...)
He sauntered into the lunch room, late. He had been helping reorganize books in the library by their author’s last names because they had gotten a new shipment in just a week ago and hadn’t been unpackaged yet. So when he saw Waverly, he was overjoyed and excited. He quickly took his plane navy blue lunch box and walked slowly over to the table she was sitting at. He gently asked, “Mind if I sit here?”
(The reason you’re thinking Tyler is because he’s shipped with Brianna xD. Sam is Silverflame, Flamefrost, if you forgot. I recently looked at the character post to make sure Sam wasn’t Stormflight and found out Storm Flight was Scott, so we all good xD )
Fraya nodded, speechless.
After a few seconds, she said reluctantly, “I guess it’s my turn to ‘fess up....?”