Who wants a romance o/o? (OPEN)

"Yeah, I think it is," she said with a small smile.

"so do i" said some random person that's not even part of their rp

(XD Hello!)

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"That's good to hear." He smiled brightly, fingers tapping rhythmically on his leg.

Laura nodded absently and took her book from him. She turned the page and wrote something quickly.

"Watcha writin' now?"

"Hm…" was her absent response. This time, she wrote a lot more down than the tree poem.

Nicky was content to just sit and watch her write, a soft smile on his face. So pretty…

She finished and closed the book, leaving it resting on her lap.

He hadn't even noticed, still lost in thought as he studied her face.

She looked over at him again and looked quickly away when she saw he was staring at her.

He blinked, coming back to his senses and grinned. "Welcome back."

She bit her lip a little, which muffled her, "Thanks."

He laughed, his face brightening. "It's like you get lost in a whole different world."

"I've been told that before," she said quietly. "Although… it wasn't as pleasing of a world as this one."

"Oh?"

She hesitated, realizing what she'd said. "Uh, I mean, this time is was nice, but before it wasn't… I don't know."

"So there are different…feelings, with each new 'world'?"

"Uh…" She rubbed the back of her neck anxiously. "Yeah."

"What was it that separated this time from others?" He asked tentatively, making it obvious that if she didn't want to answer, she didn't have to.

She didn't respond right away, and it almost seemed like she wasn't going to before she spoke up quietly. "My surroundings…"

He blinked. "So I…made it better? Or am I way off base here?"

A pale blush began to form. "Uh, yeah. You did. Just… the peace of it all, I guess."

"Oh, wow, I-wow." He looked down, his ears reddening.

She looked over, the blush disappearing. "Oh, uh, um, uh, sorry. Did you not want me to say that?" she stammered. DAMMIT Laura…

"You apologize a lot. I just wasn't expecting that. I'm…I'm glad I could make you feel peaceful."

(Everytime I say, Dammit Laura, I always think of the show How I Met Your Mother and Robin Scherbatsky going "DAMMIT PATRICE!")

She let her hair fall across her face. "Uh, yeah…"

He reached out, brushing it back and tucking it behind her ear. "It covers your eyes when you do that. You have pretty eyes."

She looked over at him with a shocked expression on her face. "I-I do?"

"Yeah…the kinda eyes people write songs about."