Post by lord wolfscream✰ on Jun 17, 2016 3:28:15 GMT
The drive from school to his house and then to Falcon’s house hadn’t took long. He had all but leaped out of his workout attire and into something less—sweaty. He isn’t really a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy, more like tank top and basketball shorts kind of guy, and that makes up, like, the vast majority of his wardrobe especially during the warmer seasons.
With his helmet snugged under his arm and string backpack tugging at his shoulders, Silver makes his way to the front door. In the back of his mind, he's hoping that he's not too early, and it's then that he realizes that he's ridiculous amounts of nervous? Anxious? Whichever one it is, it's driving him crazy. What is there to be nervous about, anyway! It's just going to be two friends studying together; there's no right or wrong way to do that... right? He swallows a suddenly hard lump in his throat, taking the low step until he's standing at the doormat. He pauses, taking a moment to fish his phone out and read through the text messages between them.
His glaring "on my way!" makes him want to cringe. Did the smiley face make him seem too eager? It isn't like he even likes studying, which is apparent through the fact this his grades had begun to decline. He frowns to himself, locking the phone and dropping it back into his shorts pocket.
"Alright, Silver, just don't say anything stupid, and you might get through this." The sophomore mutters to himself under his breath, taking that final plunge and ringing the doorbell.
His finger lets go a moment too long after, blue eyes searching the glass of the windowed door to see if he could spy any movement—damn, look at my hair! Silver bristles visibly, moving a hand up to smooth an untamable cowlick of brown tresses the best he can, hopefully before Falcon gets to the door. Motorcycles: awesome. Helmet hair: not awesome.
" makes him want to cringe. Did the smiley face make him seem too eager? It isn't like he even likes studying, which is apparent through the fact this his grades had begun to decline. He frowns to himself, locking the phone and dropping it back into his shorts pocket.
