Butterlies in my Stomach

[Lena]

Evadne sat on her bed, her lip pinched between her teeth nervously. Her blue eyes stared at her blue morpho peleides covered phone. She’s just sent one hext. It was a damning hext, because she couldn’t take it back. And moving forward would mean saying what she had to say. She would sound lame if she just waited for his ‘Hey’. Like, who does that? At least let the person know what you want upfront. And so, with shaking fingers, she tapped in the next words and tapped the send button. Are you planning on going to the dance?

She swore. “No. No. That sounds stupid.”

More furious typing.

Well. What I mean, is, 'If you're going, do you want to go with me?’

She waited for a moment, eyes locked on the little blue bubbles of her text. But that might sound like she was pressuring him! She didn’t want to make him /feel/ like he had to go with her. But then, would it be so bad if it got the job done? Yes. Yes it would.

With shaking fingers evadne started another hext.

You don’t have to. I jus

Her finger slipped and hit the send button. “NOO!” She yelled at her phone. “Stupid. Stupiiiid! I sound like a bumbling idiot! I knew this was a stupid idea.” She growled as her fingers once again flashed across the screen.

Sorry. *just thought I'd ask cause I don't have a date or anything.

There. Now she just had to wait.



Mentioned: Albus Severus Potter