P
Penelope Sky
Guest
Original poster
Robin found that to be pretty interesting, owning a farm. He didn't know much about caring for animals besides his pug, Joey, but he'd never minded horses or cows or whatever, although he imagined them to be aborrently dirty, rankling his slightly obsessive compulsive tendencies. Dogs were his favorite animal. And he had an odd soft spot for especially adorable ones. So, he figured farm animals couldn't be much worse, as long as her family kept things clean, as getting his new shoes, specially teal from Nike, dirty would be a nightmare - economically, hygienically, and personally.
He pulled out his phone and nodded noncommitally, not really saying yes or no, but stil giving her a smile before checking his messages, seeing he had a new one from Marshall, and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Marshall said:
When u ask her out, offer 2 do a double date w/ me and Paige. Girls like that stuff. (Or at least Paige does.)
He was tempted to sigh and delete it, but he kept it around instead, maybe to laugh at later, seeing as how he most definitely wasn't going to go to some stupid winter dance, and there was no way in heck he was sticking his neck out for a girl he barely knew. Quickly, being a rather skilled texted, he typed back:
Not asking her out or going to dance. She's really cool and funny. She wants me to go to her farm and ditch. Help. Will stall as long as possible but I need an answer quick. And Paige is psychotic. She has no opinion.
Awkwardly, he stuffed his phone back in his shorts pocket and said back, smiling nervously, "A farm? That's pretty cool. It must be fun." He blushed slightly. "I just live near a hardware store."
He pulled out his phone and nodded noncommitally, not really saying yes or no, but stil giving her a smile before checking his messages, seeing he had a new one from Marshall, and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Marshall said:
When u ask her out, offer 2 do a double date w/ me and Paige. Girls like that stuff. (Or at least Paige does.)
He was tempted to sigh and delete it, but he kept it around instead, maybe to laugh at later, seeing as how he most definitely wasn't going to go to some stupid winter dance, and there was no way in heck he was sticking his neck out for a girl he barely knew. Quickly, being a rather skilled texted, he typed back:
Not asking her out or going to dance. She's really cool and funny. She wants me to go to her farm and ditch. Help. Will stall as long as possible but I need an answer quick. And Paige is psychotic. She has no opinion.
Awkwardly, he stuffed his phone back in his shorts pocket and said back, smiling nervously, "A farm? That's pretty cool. It must be fun." He blushed slightly. "I just live near a hardware store."