( @aurora-archambault )
Lennon was nervous. GOD, how he was nervous. Over the past couple of weeks, he’d been pumping himself up to ask a very pretty girl a very important question --- and this afternoon he was going to finally POP it. “ Aurora… ” he began, green eyes flashing up, “ …will you go to prom with me? ...No, no the pause was too long, crap! ” Probably the… twelfth time he’d tried that in the mirror? Jesus, he didn’t know; he’d lost count. A shake of his head, he took a step back to redo… again.
He’d sent her a text a little over thirty minutes ago, asking her to come to his house. He was completely losing it, just waiting. It felt like HOURS had gone by... so when he finally heard the doorbell, his head literally perked up like a dog’s. Panic setting in, he jumped to a stance as if a fire had just broken out and he was trying to locate the nearest exit. Quickly, he rushed to the door of his room--… No! Wait! He HAD to check his hair. Back over to the mirror, he straightened it out --- a little lock gone awry. Okay, now he was ready.
Chest heaving, he opened his door and hurried down the stairs. Jumping off the last step, he rushed across the foyer, over to the front door, and swung it open --- all in about eight seconds. Hadn’t given himself a chance to BREATHE, so he stood there looking just a little bit like a psycho; wide eyes and heavy breathing. A sudden gulp, brows rising, Lennon sent a small smile her way as his breath slowly caught up with him. “ Aurora… hey. ”
