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[ four weeks. that's how long he's known her, only it wasn't quite a two-way street just yet. in fact, he hadn't even been able to work up the courage to talk to her in the month that he's "known" the girl. instead he made it a habit to sit on his ~~stupid~~ bench that she always passed by when going to and from classes, unwilling to miss a chance to see her whenever possible. (not that the bench he claimed was his in the first place, but he'd like to think otherwise. nobody else sat there! so it was okay to say it was his, right...? ... no. probably not. he'll just say that he's borrowing it. sorry, other people who sit there when he's not around. he didn't mean to be so stingy.)

today is no exception, knowing that the ~~rare human-bird species~~ ~~beautiful bird-lady that's so lovely~~ ~~what's her name? he needs to know--~~ girl would be coming around in the next hour or so. (class was let out early, so it's okay to be early too. he didn't just sit there for her, after all! ~~maybe.~~) so he sets up camp at his usual place, beaming when he realizes that there are some birds gathered around the area. (there are bread crumbs on the ground! someone must have been feeding them. this is good, he likes when the birds feel welcome!) so today is a two-for-one deal, he thinks, placing his messenger bag on the bench before pulling out his (rather tattered-looking) moleskine sketchbook and turning to a new page.

feels elated when even more birds come around to peck at the ground, carefully reaching into his bag to grab some of the bird food he carries around with him for times like these. (here you go, my friends! is this to your tastes? it's okay, i won't hurt you. see, i'll toss it closer to you than me!) his smile widens when the birds seem content enough to stay around him, slowly grabbing a pencil to begin his work and wait for his mystery bird-girl. ]

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[ pauses... & this is the third time that she's shaking her head, isn't it? kind of awkward. sorry, random stranger-boy! (wait, he is a stranger, huh? funny how his questions feel like they should be pointed at someone more familiar. --oh well.) ]

Not really. [ they're both art-related, see? but she's more of the 'studying it' type while lyssa is the actual 'make art' type. ]

[ when he's not given much more he suddenly realizes what he's done, making him stop himself instantly from asking another question. yet again his face turns red, more from embarrassment than anything else this time around. this is her, after all, it's obvious she wouldn't want to give too much information to someone like him.

(stupid stupid stupid--) flounders a bit, raising his hands up in a defeated manner. ]

Ah! Sorry, I'm asking too many questions! I don't mean to pry, honest!

[ blinks a bit at the change of pace, confused. & stays confused for the next handful of seconds until something seems to click (& the seagull lets out a kaa, as if in sync).

oh, she probably did it again, huh? funny how these moments keep popping up... too used to lyssa maybe? ]

It's okay. [ she's not upset. --wait, say that outloud, self: ] I'm not bothered.

[ would smack himself on the forehead for that if he wasn't trying to calm down. decides to just keep his questions to himself for now, feeling like he's blown his chance despite her words. (i shouldn't have expected anything more... maybe i'll just keep admiring from afar.) nods at her words. ]

O-Okay. [ (should i tell her about the past month? that'd be better, but then she might not come around here anymore, or think you're really creepy. that would really suck. she should know, though. grandpa always said it's best to be honest, especially to someone you like. go ahead and tell her, self!) starts off timidly: ] Y-You know... the truth is, I--

[ POPS UP behind the bench before the guy can finish, tilting slightly forward towards amanda's line of sight before raising a hand in greeting. ]

Afternoon! Thought you'd still be around here. Your class was cancelled, wasn't it? [ peers over at who he assumes is amanda's friend, smiling widely at him before glancing at amanda again. ] Who's this?

[ her head goes momentarily blank in her surprise, but that wears off fast because it's lyssa. ] Hi Lyssa.

[ though that question... is a good. who is this person? gives the stranger a confused-slash-blank stare. she's sorry that she doesn't know your name yet-- they probably should have started with that, huh.

but anyway, this is lyssa. say hello to lyssa, stranger! he's very nice. ]

[ (lyssa? oh, this must be the friend she was talking about! gotta make a good impression--) he's unconsciously straightening when silently being introduced as his own mind goes temporarily blank. (wow he's really good-looking, isn't he. are they really only friends? wait, no, say something to them-!)

jerks a little as he nods, looking rather unnerved. ]

H-Hi! I'm... B-Brendan... [ pauses. then, rather awkwardly: ] I like birds.

[ tilts his head a little at him, looking a little confused even with the smile still on his face. lifts a hand to hold it out to him, firmly shaking the hand that's offered. ]

Hi, Brendan! I like birds, too. [ releases his hand, using that one to gently pat the top of amanda's head. ] Like Amanda over here!

[ instantly blushes. well, at several things. (her name's amanda! that's a beautiful name-- oh my goodness he sees a bird too!!) unfortunately, the second thought overrides the first, if only for the fact that he's found a kindred spirit. instead of saying anything thought-provoking, his awkwardness gets the best of him. ]

I-- I THINK SO TOO!

[ another blink, another bout of (amused) confusion. when he finally gets the whole picture (at least what he thinks is going on) he lets the hand fall from amanda's head, circling the bench to take a seat in the middle of the two. ]

Are you two in the same class or something?

[ fidgets, feeling both disappointed (i'm not sitting next to her anymore...) and a little guilty (i still haven't told her, but how am i going to do it now?). murmurs: ]

N-No... I just. Felt like... talking to her...

[ not the whole truth, but close enough. ]

[ watches him for a moment in silence, side-glancing amanda briefly. brightens considerably when an idea strikes him, turning back to brendan. ]

Hey, I know! Do you want to get lunch with us? [ another look over at his friend. ] You don't mind, do you?

[ blinks through the whole conversation followed by a shrug at the final question. (she'll have to say hi to new boy herself later.) ]

I don't mind. [ glances at lyssa, then at the newly named brendan. ] Where do you want to go? [ she kind of feels like thai... ]

[ when he notices that their new friend is having some trouble he leans towards him. ]

How about something... asian?

[ blinks at the suggestion, looking elsewhere in brief thought. feels uncomfortable selecting, but: ]

Is... Thai food okay...?

[ glances at brendan, impressed. nods rapidly a few times. ]

Thai's great.

[ looks back and forth between them before he pushes his face into his shoulder (so cute). stands, placing his hands onto his hips. ]

Then it's all settled! [ turns to amanda. ] I gotta go put my books away first, though. Do you want to leave your stuff at my place?

[ also gets to her feet. ]

Yeah. [ because it's bigger? --most of her stuff is over at lyssa's place anyway, huh. ]

[ nods at her, turning to brendan again. eyes go down to the items on the bench. ]

You've got a lot of stuff, don't you. Wanna do the same? I don't mind!

[ seems surprised at the offer, gaze going to his lap in thought. (well... if she can trust him, you should too, self. don't worry, he seems nice enough.) looks up at lyssa again, nodding slowly. ]

O-Okay, sure. Thank you.

No problem! [ when he's certain that it's okay, he helps him pack up. begins their walk, attention on brendan again (because he feels like this needs a push of some sort). ] So, are you dorming as well?

[ shakes his head, adjusting his bag a little bit on his shoulder. ]

Um. I'm living with my grandparents... they're not very far away, so I come by bike.

[ hums, a little impressed. ]

It gets really bad here in the winter, though. You gonna be okay then?

[ (oh, i hadn't really thought of that before... this isn't good, i probably look really stupid to him. a bike when it snows? i'd probably fall flat on my face--) ehem. eyes go to the ground, nodding. ]

P-Probably.

[ lifts a hand, jabbing a thumb into his own chest. ]

Well, if you ever need a lift, you can always count on me! I'll give you my number later, just in case.