Peer Pressured

                “ stop being a pussy and just do it! “ words are filled with confidence, a lazy stretch of a broad grin drawing across his features as his head tilts back to look at the other. palms grasp each shoulder and shake the other lightly, brows raising in mock confusion as he lets free a sigh of exasperation. “ you’re a lost cause my dude, if you cant nut up and just give your crush the valentine then you’re hopeless. “ his words drawl out into a softer tone before teeth pluck at his bottom hands releasing the other before arms cross against his chest, fingertips poised before his own mouth as he speaks. “ what else do you have to lose my man? unless....you’re really in love. oh! my baby boy has finally grown up! i’m such a proud mother. “

                 teeth are shown in a softer version of his comical expression, green eyes usually neon with clownish delight dulled to a pale sea foam. he’s more reachable here, index and middle finger extending a small red heart cut from a piece of paper. it was cheesy, corny in fact -- something he’d mock someone for entirely. yet here he was, the cookie cutter heart and chocolate tied to it rests easily in his grasp. she can deny it, it wont kill him -- maybe bruise his ego a bit but nothing new. head inclines a bit as a heavy sigh leaves his lips voice low as brows arch and he nods with a final seal of his words. “ happy valentines day Betty.” little did she know that on the card scrawled in his signature cursive with jagged curves, sat labeled ‘ To Bette Davis Eyes ‘.