Re_Birthday Thread

"Why are you following me? Stop. Go away. This is considered stalking, isn't it?" Pale turned around to see her grinning and smirked, laughing to himself. "You do realize that wasn't a smirk, right?"

"Well, I can grin when it's just us can't I? I don't have to be a badass around you because you already know that I'll shove your hand up your ass if you piss me off," Sam smiled brightly, "And I'm following you because you basically asked me to be your friend again."

"The last time I checked, badasses don't grin. Smart one." Pale was smiling himself, so...that was actually kind of a bit hypocritical, considering what was going on and all..ehh. Oh well. We already know he's a hypocritical shit, so..who cares. "I didn't ask..I just merely said that it would be nice. 'Das all."

"Hm, well maybe I'm just a different type of badass, oh smiling one," Sam said, trying to blank her expressions. She decided to ignore the whole 'it would be nice' thing and go with her own theory on the matter. She liked her way better.

"Would it be wrong for me to agree with that?" The boy huffed, seeing a field a tad bit to the right, and poked her, before running off screaming that she was it.

Sam's mouth dropped and then she chased after him.

Pale smirked as she ran after him and watched her from a distance. "Slow-poke. C'mon, catch up alreadyyy."

"Neh, I'm too lazy to go any faster," Sam groaned

"Lazy-ass." Pale huffed, walking in circles around her boredly, but...he'd probably push his luck.

Sam tackled him, because that's not awkward, "Tag, you're it."

"....oh. Well....uh....you see...I...it...uhm..." Wow...big badass Pale can't form a complete sentence...what is this sorcery?

Sam laughed, not moving. Oh. Yeah. Nice. Make it more awkward Sa-Oh look, she rolled off him. Not far away were their sides weren't still touching, but still enough to actually be off of him. It was a bit scary for her, him not being able to speak.

"Eheh..." Pale made an awkward face and started staring off in a random direction. "So...."

"Speak, Pale. You can do it." Sam teased, smirking at his inability to talk. It was adorable, the badass boss stuttering.

"Shut up." He grumbled out, turning to glare at her. "Why do you always have to do that?"

"What? Smirk? Can a girl not smirk?" Sam asked innocently.

"You know that's not what I meant, you fucking smartass." ~NoactionsbecauseI'mlazy.Insertrandomoneshere.~

"Then what ever to you mean?" Sam asked innocently

"You know exactly what I mean, you freakin'...neeeeeeh." Pale huffed, rolling over and staring in the other direction.

"It's awkward when I really don't, if its not about smirking." Sam replied, then frowned, "Is it about the tackling, then?"

"Ah huh. And no, it's not about tackling. Although, you have done that twice today...dafuq dood."

"Explain what it's about, dood."

"You."

Sam, being drunk and a tad retarded, rolled over to hid her very red face with his chest and her hair. She asked, "Whataboutme?" But it was muffled by his chest.

"Can't you just figure it out instead of hiding on me? Speaking of which, what are you hiding anyway?" Pale smirked and tried to scoot forward a tad and move her hair out of her face so he could figure out what dafuck was going on.