the mixed tape [will]

[will kellough]

Will bit the inside of his cheek and smiled as he listened to her story about smores in the microwave. "Jeez, even I know not to put foil in the microwave. But that's not a bad idea though - smores in the microwave, that is. Not the foil in the microwave. The one good thing about this tour is the bonfires that take place. Good time for making the real thing..."

He was rambling. He knew it. He hated it when he rambled. Another compulsion. Or was it? Sebastian always told him it wasn't rambling, it was like a comfort zone. He said that the more he talked to someone, the more comfortable he got, and therefore, the more he talked. To Will, this was a foreign concept. People were never really his thing; he was not a social butterfly. Being social, that was Sebastian's thing. Totally not Will's.

"...French fries?" The magic words. But could he bring himself to leave the tree? "Well...I don't know. Cold French fries aren't as good as hot ones." Stupid self-defense mechanism.

[amethyst hartlet]

Amethyst laughed "Yeah it was pretty crazy. Everyone was running around panicking and I just grabbed somebody's hoodie and put it out." She smirked "It was funny though," She grinned "But yeah I love the bonfires, they're pretty awesome." Bonfires in general were cool but especially in the festival.

"Thats true..." she chimed as he said cold ones weren't as good "You probably think I'm crazy for offering you cold french fries" she said sheepishly, tossing a couple to the birds who hadn't quite left, in hopes she'd keep feeding them. She had noticed he had started talking a little bit more and hoped she hadn't totally just ruined it by offering him her fries. What kind of person gave people cold fries anyways?

[will kellough]

Will watched with a small smile as she fed the remainder of her fries to a few more birds who had stuck around. Needy little things, weren't they? Small and brown and nondescript little birds hopping around on the sidewalk. Will observed them picking at the fries with their curious little beaks.

"Are fries safe to give to birds?" he asked, cocking his head. "I know you're not supposed to give them rice or anything, 'cus it makes their stomachs explode. Well, that's what my sister always told me."

[amethyst hartlet]

Amy raised her eyebrows slightly as she shrugged "Uh... I dont know." She admitted "I think so..." she didn't know rice made their stomachs explode and kind of doubted it but didnt say anything. "I dont know why it wouldnt be" she decided finally, glancing up at him with a slight smile and a shrug. She tossed the remainder of the fries to the birds and then put the empty box in the near by trash can before awkward wandering back over by the boy in the tree.

"So... anything exciting planned for today?" she asked curiously. Might as well try and make conversation. She wasn't sure if he wanted her to leave or if he was just going to sit in that tree all day.

[will kellough]

Was she serious? "Ah, nothing important," Will replied with a small smirk and a non-commital shrug. "Just hanging out, I guess." Did I just make a joke?

Amy threw the rest of the fries to the birds and Will watched as they attacked with a frenzy, like something out of Alfred Hitchcock.

He swung his legs from the branch and stared up at the sky for a little bit as he spoke, "What about you? Any ... plans for the day?" Good, good. Keep talking. As long as you're talking, she'll know you're conscious.

[amethyst hartlet]

Amethyst laughed when he said he was hanging out. She got the joke. Very funny. "Ah, me either." She shrugged. "I'll probably either walk around some town or something or be lazy and hang out in our caravan" She shrugged, thinking of something she could possibly do later but nothing was really coming to mind unfortunately.

This was kind of awkward. And apparently he wasn't going to come down from the tree, so Amethyst suddenly had a desire to climb the tree and sit with him so she didnt have to keep hurting her neck to look up at him. But that might freak him out or something, she could never tell with quiet people how they were going to react. "Mind if I join you?" she asked finally, smiling a little.

[will kellough]

"Um." To Will, this seemed like an incredible breach of privacy. Allow a girl to infiltrate his tree? Okay, well, techincally it wasn't his tree, but it was still somewhere he had been sitting for the past two hours. This was his tree for now. And the thought of someone coming up felt like an invasion.

"Well, uh, I wouldn't want you to, you know...hurt yourself," Will sputtered. "I mean, you might slip and fall. It would be like, really tragic if you did. 'Cus then you wouldn't be able to play your guitar and then your band would kind of such...without you." Everything would suck without you...please don't take this too personally...

Will took a deep breath and swung his legs back and forth. He cleared his throat and sighed, trying to prolong this feeling of butterflies in his stomach. "Um. How about...uh...how about if I come down there? And we...or I um, I go...with you...together...and get some hot French fries?"

[amethyst hartlet]

Well it was quite obvious this boy did not want her anywhere near his tree. She hadn't meant to get him all excited or upset or whatever. She just nodded quickly, choosing not to mention that if he happened to fall, he would also not be able to play the guitar or anything. Amy smiled slightly as he said the band would suck with out her. She doubted that but it was a nice gesture nonetheless. "Okay, i guess you have a point," She said, nodding. But she was still trying to figure out how the heck she was supposed to still have a conversation with him if he was in a tree and she had to almost bend over to look up at him.

Then he started speaking.She listened, smiling a little, and she nodded "Okay, that sounds good." Amy agreed. Well at least he was making an effort and things would be less awkward, That was good. She could handle that. Plus his confused jumble of words just added to his cuteness. Amy couldn't help it, she was one of those people who wore their heart on their sleeves so they wouldnt miss Mr. Right when they came along. And Will was definitely very attractive. Shy, but attractive.

[will kellough]

Will gave a small, sheepish chuckle and ran his fingers through his hair, then adjusted his glasses. “So, uh…I guess I should come down now. Look out below.”

Will scooted from the branch towards the trunk of the tree and balanced himself so that he could then straddle the trunk. He stood carefully, grabbed a hold of it, and carefully slid down to the next branch. He repeated this process until he had run out of branches, at this point, he wrapped his legs around the trunk and slid down as if it were a fireman’s pole. When his feet hit the ground, he stumbled back a little bit. “Whoa.” He adjusted himself and brushed off his clothes. He turned and approached Amy, his hands in his pockets and giving a timid smile. “…Hi.”