…s-sorry? d. don’t be sorry… *he smiles weakly* th-that’s very kind of you though… i don’t… know what kind of a boyfriend i’d be, t-to be honest. *he glances around before leaning closer, whispering*
i’m a virgin. and i’ve never kissed a girl. t-the closest i had was what you gave me under the mistletoe. *he leans away, face purple* i’m not… confident or loud or smart or sassy or anything like that… no girl wants a-a guy like me like that. w-which is fine, you know?
Her face had looked sad throughout his explanation, leaning in closer to him to whisper back, “For what it’s worth, I think you’d make good boyfriend material from what I’ve learned of you. You’re really sweet and caring. Just need a little confidence is all, which is fine. You’re you and nothing short of a wonderful person.”
She smiled at him. “To tell you the truth..I’ve never kissed a boy either.” She left out the virgin part, not wanting him to know her horrible past. “But I’m sure the day we find the people we like, it’ll be amazing.”
*he had turned the color of grape when she told him those things. him, a good boyfriend? it seemed… strange, being told that. especially by the woman who he felt so much for but it was silly wasn’t it? too fast. too soon. too, too fast. and she had so many friends. what did he have to offer? he had no powers. he wasn’t a genius. he was just a painter. that was it. she deserved a millionaire*
…y-yeah… it’ll be… i hope so…
Jack Maple 