It's not you, Jr. It's not that I don't trust you. It's just...
[Her hand unconsciously moves to the back of his neck, cupping it ever so lightly. It's as though she's afraid of him running away, and whatever it is she's feeling right now, it's so strong that she's willing to make such a bold move to keep him nearby.]
... it's just that I know I'm not pretty, or cool. I've always been ugly, and I haven't been around people enough to know how to act. I say the wrong things, and I'm nervous all the time. You don't have to say nice things about me just because you're my friend.
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[Her hand unconsciously moves to the back of his neck, cupping it ever so lightly. It's as though she's afraid of him running away, and whatever it is she's feeling right now, it's so strong that she's willing to make such a bold move to keep him nearby.]
... it's just that I know I'm not pretty, or cool. I've always been ugly, and I haven't been around people enough to know how to act. I say the wrong things, and I'm nervous all the time. You don't have to say nice things about me just because you're my friend.