Post by pierce on Feb 11, 2016 16:33:03 GMT -5
"Well... yeah I can trust you dude, I do trust you." Clint stated obviously, maybe still a little wary because Chase was changing up the subject but - he was willing to drop it. He probably didn't want to know anyway, it'd just make him start sweating the details again. He concentrated on the real game plan, gearing himself up as his friend rounded the Jeep over to his door. He unbuckled himself and let out a heavy exhale, turning to bump fists and hop out on to the asphalt. "Here goes nothing, right?" Clint said, his tone a lot more hopeful than the statement probably allowed.
Since he knew where their primary destination was, Clint began the stroll the from the parking lot, leading toward one of the mall's entrances. His hands were stuffed in his pockets to prevent them from fidgeting. "I can do this," he told himself, the statement echoing through his head as to become a strong resolve that could carry him through this. Yeah he had Chase, with him looking after him Clint knew it would be alright - but he also had to be sure of himself. He'd been the victim of his own self-sabotage too many times, he hoped deeply that he could turn that around for good. He wasn't going to kid himself, he knew it wasn't going to take just one time or one afternoon of approaching girls to ease his nerves - but it was a step toward progress!
They entered the mall and Clint took in a deep breath of its conditioned air, filled with distant aromas of the food court and of the pretzel stand nearby. It didn't exactly calm him, but it didn't turn his guts to stone either. "Okay," he sighed, finally stopping them in front of the place, glancing overhead at the Gamestop sign - his eyes falling in to observation of the customers inside. Mostly teenage boys, some with their parents and some alone - but since Clint couldn't really dally for too long he just looked to Chase then nodded, heading inside. At the very back, looking through the used games were a pair of girls their age. As he heard their voices, Clint felt himself tense up. He was going to have to talk to them, whether he did it on his own or with Chase pushing him from behind. "Maybe I shouldn't bother them, they look busy." he spoke lightly, his hands reaching to fumble for whatever game in front of him just to look like he was shopping.
Since he knew where their primary destination was, Clint began the stroll the from the parking lot, leading toward one of the mall's entrances. His hands were stuffed in his pockets to prevent them from fidgeting. "I can do this," he told himself, the statement echoing through his head as to become a strong resolve that could carry him through this. Yeah he had Chase, with him looking after him Clint knew it would be alright - but he also had to be sure of himself. He'd been the victim of his own self-sabotage too many times, he hoped deeply that he could turn that around for good. He wasn't going to kid himself, he knew it wasn't going to take just one time or one afternoon of approaching girls to ease his nerves - but it was a step toward progress!
They entered the mall and Clint took in a deep breath of its conditioned air, filled with distant aromas of the food court and of the pretzel stand nearby. It didn't exactly calm him, but it didn't turn his guts to stone either. "Okay," he sighed, finally stopping them in front of the place, glancing overhead at the Gamestop sign - his eyes falling in to observation of the customers inside. Mostly teenage boys, some with their parents and some alone - but since Clint couldn't really dally for too long he just looked to Chase then nodded, heading inside. At the very back, looking through the used games were a pair of girls their age. As he heard their voices, Clint felt himself tense up. He was going to have to talk to them, whether he did it on his own or with Chase pushing him from behind. "Maybe I shouldn't bother them, they look busy." he spoke lightly, his hands reaching to fumble for whatever game in front of him just to look like he was shopping.
