"cause darling i'm a nightmare;

The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.

If you love her, remember that on the bad days.

Flynn had been thinking about Nora the whole day–but that wasn’t anything new. During fifth period, however, there was something new. He heard from a kid he played Magic: The Gathering with that she was asking about him. Nora. Queen Bee Nora. Asking about him. The news of this questioning was apparently supposed to make him uneasier than it did. Jasper, the kid he was playing cards with, told him to look less like he won the lottery and more like he just joined fight club. “First rule, Jasper.” Flynn chided. “Besides, any news is better than no news.”

“Are you serious? Are you fucking --” She couldn’t believe him, the audacity he had not to pay attention to her when she had actively sought him out and jabbed a goddamn finger in his chest. Huffing, she closed her eyes, taking a deep breathe and letting it out. Nora put a hand on her hip ( something her mother often did in times of stress ) and finally looked at the boy in front of her, Flynn.

Flynn laughed, “Okay, Tom Haverford.” He watched her leave, feeling a like little bubbles of euphoria were foaming in his chest. So it started bad, so what? It went ok. He knew she watched Parks & Rec, (she had great taste in TV, he could tell by the angry references she made either under her breath in class or loudly to someone in the hallway) but she didn’t know he watched it. And now she did. That was huge. They had a show in common that she knew about. He could talk to her about something. Flynn took out the candy from his pocket and whispered something to it, having it fly back to Nora and surreptitiously find its way into her bag.