College RP (CLOSED)

She looked from the card to him. "Where are you going?" she asked, looking around for a bus or car, or something he was going to ride.

Blaze put his back pack on and faced her. "I'm going to get some food. But call me if you choose to go so I can drive you there."

(I wanna do a timeskip to when they're getting ready to go, or not go if Bridget doesn't want to.)

(Alright.)

Bridget stared at the card in her hand that the boy – Blake – had given her. Just call. No! What are you doing?! Do it! She dialed the number and her thumb hesitated over the call button.

A.'s shoulders shook with laughter. "You ain't gotta apologize, sweetheart. I'm messin' with you."

A.'s shoulders shook with laughter. "You ain't gotta apologize, sweetheart. I'm messin' with you."

Reese blushed. "Right."

"And what did I tell you about apologizing? You really gotta stop."

Blaze had just put on his jacket and left his house, ready to go to the park when his phone rang. It was an unknown number so he picked it up and waited a few seconds before answering. "Hello? This is Blaze." He started while taking his keys out his pocket and putting it in his engine.

She bit her lip and spoke. "Uh… this is Bridget. From the bus stop." Oh God, this was a bad idea, hang up!

"And what did I tell you about apologizing? You really gotta stop."

"Sor– Uh, okay."

A. looked up at her, eyebrow raised in amusement.

"I'm trying!"

"And you're really bad at it."

Reese blushed. "What am I supposed to say?"

"Literally anything other than I'm sorry."

"Literally anything other than I'm sorry."

"Like… what?"

"I don't know, like, 'whoops' or something."

"I don't know, like, 'whoops' or something."

"Okay, I'll say that."

A. laughed. "Now we're gettin' somewhere!"

Blaze had just put on his jacket and left his house, ready to go to the park when his phone rang. It was an unknown number so he picked it up and waited a few seconds before answering. "Hello? This is Blaze." He started while taking his keys out his pocket and putting it in his engine.

She bit her lip and spoke. "Uh… this is Bridget. From the bus stop." Oh God, this was a bad idea, hang up!

"Oh, cool. So, did you change your mind and want to come?" He asked with a smile on his face. He put his helmet on his head and revved his motorcycle.

"If it isn't too late, I don't have anything going on," she said, sounding slightly hesitant.

A. laughed. "Now we're gettin' somewhere!"

She blushed again. "Uh… okay."

She reached up, poking Reese's red cheek lightly. "So is that right there my fault, or do you just blush easy?"

She reached up, poking Reese's red cheek lightly. "So is that right there my fault, or do you just blush easy?"

"People say that I blush a lot," she answered.

"That'd do it. So, you hungry now, or you wanna wait for a more socially acceptable dinner time?"

"Oh, cool. So, did you change your mind and want to come?" He asked with a smile on his face. He put his helmet on his head and revved his motorcycle.

"If it isn't too late, I don't have anything going on," she said, sounding slightly hesitant.

"It's not late at all. I'm actually just leaving my apartment. Where should I pick you up?" He answered, glad that she wanted to come.

"Outside the smaller dorm hall. By the baseball fields." She glanced over at the fields, hoping that he knew where they were.

"That'd do it. So, you hungry now, or you wanna wait for a more socially acceptable dinner time?"

"Whatever works." She one-shoulder-shrugged with her good shoulder.

"Jeez, just pick one." She made a face at Reese.

"Um… socially acceptable?"

"So around five, probably. I will say though, I read a study about how you shouldn't eat large meals after four, so now I've confused myself."

Reese giggled.

"What should we even order?" A. asked, standing in an attempt to hide how flustered she was. Oh my god oh my god oh my god-