Chace Crawford still for 100
A younger Blaze catching a kiss from a childhood friend
I- [Terry’s mind couldn’t compute what just happened. Did they- her and Nash- did they kiss? That was a kiss. She knew what a kiss was. She was definitely caught off guard. She was just trying to make him feel better. She didn’t realize kissing would.] I-I- uh- [Now she was stuttering. And breathing a little heavily. Probably not the best thing, considering Nash wasn’t in the best state of mind.] N-No, it’s fine. Don’t apologize. [Terry was now blushing a little. She made a joke in a sweet, gentle tone.] Look, now you’ve got me stuttering with you, Nash.
[He had surprised himself when he went for the kiss, but he definitely wasn’t feeling any regret. None at all. It was nice - no, it was more than that. Still he was cautious, not sure what was going through her mind at the moment and anxious as to finding out. One thing was for sure; he was feeling better now.] Heh. [He couldn’t help himself from laughing at her, it was funny. Now she was the one stuttering. And she didn’t even need a potion to get her like that. Nash’s eyes shifted from hers to the ground, looking up to notice her face getting red and feeling his grow warm instantly.] This-this is so freaking corny.
[Sloane was a little caught off guard at Nash’s demeanor. She barely knew the boy, but they talked a lot in the green house, and she liked him. He was comfortable, and charming, and nice, not at all how he appeared right now. But of course, things were bound to backfire when you fuck with people like that, but he didn’t know her all that well either. Her body got tense and defensive as she searched for some explanation.] Excuse me? Are you se-it was a fucking joke, a prank, it was funny. Are you seriously mad about this? I [she gulped, as if it was a horrendous thing she’d done.] apologized.
Do..not persecute me like I’m some kind of criminal.
[More than anything, Nash was worked up. It had been more than just a stressful night for him and he didn’t exactly appreciate her calling him out like she had.] Y-you think this is funny? I got so frustrated before that I had a freaking panic attack. A panic attack. Do you think that’s fun for me? How about not being able to talk without stuttering like a freaking idiot? [It took him until the end of the sentence to realize that the affects of the potion had passed. After a moment’s pause, he ran his fingers through his hair, relieved that it was finally over. But he wasn’t done.] I don’t know about everyone else here, but I didn’t have the greatest time tonight. And I don’t appreciate how you’re trying to downplay what I’m feeling like it’s totally irrational. You may have meant it to be a joke, and that’s fine, but you can’t expect me to think it’s funny just because you do. [He turned around to leave before turning back around to face her.] Look, I like you, alright? I still think you’re cool. But this was bullshit. And maybe I am overreacting a little, but it’s how I feel right now.
You’re really being a little bitch about this.
[Nash stopped as he heard her apologize, which solidified what he was assuming from the moment she started looking guilty in front of him. When he turned around, all he got was a snarky comment about him being a litle bitch, however. He shook his head, disappointed. Suddenly she changed right in front of him, his view of her shifting immensely.]
What th-the fuck is wrong wi-with you-ou?
Yeah, I do.
[Terry did a little smile, hoping it could get Nash to calm down even for a second. Her hand reached his shoulder and she subtly rubbed his back. He seemed like his feathers were a little fluffed around the edges.] It’s adorable. You should consider making it a permanent thing. [She said that last part in a joking tone, hoping he would get it as a joke. Just in case:] I’m kidding, of course. You should probably leave the stuttering to the nervous first years.
[She managed to get a smile out of him, and he rather enjoyed the way she was rubbing his back. In no rush to get her to stop he just sat there and listened to her talk. There was a lot that he wanted to say, and yet there was this barrier getting in the way each time he opened his mouth. He wanted to say thank you, and, frankly, a hell of a lot of other things he couldn’t fathom into words. Nash knew even saying them wouldn’t be enough. There was only one thing he could come up with to sum it all up, without even comprehending what it meant for either one of them; he leaned into her and gently kissed her.] i-I’m sorry, I ju-just, um [Nash searched for something in her eyes to give him a sign of what she was thinking.]