[In the middle of writing
nefariousheart's oneshot SessKag, I started getting caught up in a conversation with unamed boy.]
It's silly.
Silly how she thinks that just because he goes out of his way to make her happy, that this is something more. Rediculous is the notion that he, after roughing it through two miserable relationships, would consider her feelings should she speak them aloud. Selfish that she was even considering telling him, knowing that he was indifferent, and most likely asexual, and most likely ruin there friendshoip by doing so. Why did she feel this way again?
"Well, The club is noisy, and hot, and smokey, and as I usually don't go there it might be awkward."
"Oh! I mean, you don't have to come if you don't want to, you know. I don't want to make you feel obliged or anything, because you really don't have to."
"Naah. Sitting in a smokey room with barely anyone I know, and blaring music surrounding me, and obnoxious kids dancing is a small price to pay, but worth it for your happiness!"
How silly, and rediculous, and selfish she was...
treasuring moments like this.