@rot-baby-rot!
Jamie only blushed more. His eyes followed the ball, occasionally straying to Sebastian.
(Sorry, I was reading fanfiction, I'm back now)
Jamie only blushed more. His eyes followed the ball, occasionally straying to Sebastian.
(Sorry, I was reading fanfiction, I'm back now)
(Lol)
"You wanna join us?" He called out to Jamie.
(My sister, reading over my shoulder: What fanfiction?
Me: awkwardly stares at Panic! At The Disco fic)
"Does it look like I play sports?" Jamie called back.
(Yikes.)
"Just asking." He said. "I could teach you of you wanted."
"I mean, I'm fine watching you play," Jamie said, trying not to sound as awkward as he felt.
"Your loss." He caught the football and threw it back, unfortunately, they wind caught it and instead of going to Xander, it went to Jamie.
Jamie yelped and jumped out of the way, ducking even though the ball missed him. He blushed out of embarrassment and rubbed the back of his neck. He picked up the ball, and avoiding Sebastian's eyes, he walked over and handed it back to him.
He covered his mouth to cover his laughs. "Sorry. You okay?" He asked, biting his lip and quickly looking him up and down.
If it was even possible, Jamie's face became redder. "Um," He managed to squeak out. "Yeah?"
He couldn't cover his laugh any more. "Someone might mistake you as a tomato." He laughed.
Jamie sent him a look, but it didn't help stop him from being so flustered. "I'll… I'm going back to the cabin." He said, quickly turning around and walking towards his stuff.
"Hey, wait." He jogged to up to his side. "You don't have to go." He said.
(Hold up, my friend's being attacked by a bunch of seven year olds, brb)
(Omg, children are scary.)
(Alright I'm back, she armed herself with a fork and is now throwing meat at them)
(Lol, why meat?)
(One of them is veterinarian, apparently she's trying to see if it will give her the plague…..
Yeah,
I honestly have no idea either)
(That's terrible but so funny at the same time.)
(*vegetarian)
"I know," Jamie said, trying to think of something to say. "I just… want to unpack?" It came out like a question, which made him try not to cringe. He was never good with…. talking to people.
"We don't have to that now. We can do it later." He said, waving him off. "Come on, play a game with me."
"Um," He said. "I don't really know how to play any sports though,"
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