suddenly i'm spinning like a ceiling fan, around and 'round we go
She too tries to scan the surrounding area for the splash of yellow – one of her favorite colors – amongst the coastline, hidden behind trees or amongst the mixture of everything else. But, without any luck so far, it leads her to be able to listen and continue her search, letting a soft laugh leave her as she catches Theea’s gaze. “Yeah, might be the plan.” Comes the little groan, her dramatic exasperation evident in the panes of her face.
But then she’s talking about the party, about how she doesn’t haver a lot of friends and being not great with people, something that admittedly surprises her because from what Caly could tell, Theea was pretty damn good about it given the awkward situations that seemed to keep occurring. So her smile brightens, nodding as she pads through the rise and fall of the sand at their feet. “I’m glad that ya had a good time.” She hums, each word harboring honesty. “An’ for the record, I think you’re pretty good at adaptin’. Could’ve fooled me at the not bein’ great at people line.” She grins over at Theea before she looks back to try and spot the house.
“An’ not havin’ a ton of friends, well, let me know if ya ever wanna go out on the town or shop or get your nails done. I've got lots of spots.” There’s a slight bounce in her step that hadn’t been there before, as if the idea of spending more time with Theea was elating in more ways than one. It brightens her mood, distracts her from the stupidity of boys, and allows her to focus on fun. Something she feels like she’s craving lately.
But then she’s talking about the party, about how she doesn’t haver a lot of friends and being not great with people, something that admittedly surprises her because from what Caly could tell, Theea was pretty damn good about it given the awkward situations that seemed to keep occurring. So her smile brightens, nodding as she pads through the rise and fall of the sand at their feet. “I’m glad that ya had a good time.” She hums, each word harboring honesty. “An’ for the record, I think you’re pretty good at adaptin’. Could’ve fooled me at the not bein’ great at people line.” She grins over at Theea before she looks back to try and spot the house.
“An’ not havin’ a ton of friends, well, let me know if ya ever wanna go out on the town or shop or get your nails done. I've got lots of spots.” There’s a slight bounce in her step that hadn’t been there before, as if the idea of spending more time with Theea was elating in more ways than one. It brightens her mood, distracts her from the stupidity of boys, and allows her to focus on fun. Something she feels like she’s craving lately.
Calypso
suddenly i will never be alone
