Snippet #1989526

Garrett Flint

Flint had been about to say no, he didn't really want to talk about it right now, but of course his words never really came out right around Summer. In this case, they didn't come out at all. From atop his head, Teek hooted as if to say yes for him, and Flint found himself following his own hand, gently grasping Summer's. Ha, and he was supposedly Teek's wingman. He'd practically burst out laughing at the sheer adorableness of her joke. Maybe he was rubbing off on her a little? Although, Flint would have liked to think he could come up with something a little better than that.

Well, maybe not around Summer.

Here he was, about to rejoin the crowds and get back to being a goofball with an owl in his hair, and now he was going for a talk with Summer that would undoubtedly turn a little... well, depressing. He'd mulled it over in his own head so much the past few months, and had only recently come to a conclusion with himself. He wasn't sure if he was ready to talk to anyone yet. He'd rather just push it away, act the part he always had, restore that effortless charm and good humor that was Garrett Flint for a while. That...and he wasn't sure who he wanted to talk to.

He had decided that Justin would understand. Apart from their romantic interests, the two had just about everything in common. They understood each other so well. Bliss...he had decided he was done throwing himself out there for her. Flint still cared, of course, but friends is all they would ever be now. They hadn't understood each other as well as Flint had originally thought. It seemed like Flint knew just about everyone at the school, but the amount of people he really knew he could count on one hand. He guessed that was just what he got for trying to share himself with everyone. A ton of friends, but not a lot of good ones.

Come to think of it, Summer was one of the few he'd be willing to open up to. She was damn right about always being a good listener. All she had to do was be there, and Flint felt like he was suddenly more important, more loved or something... dammit, this was messed up. Flint felt like such an ass, feeling this way about Summer when he'd just broken things off with her sister a paltry few months ago. But spending a good amount of time at home, away from everyone, had showed him who he had really missed.

"Yeah, alright," he gave in, keeping pace with her as they headed away from the common rooms, for which he was glad. If was he going to do this, he certainly didn't want it to be where the entire school body would be passing through eventually. He wondered where she wanted to talk. Flint not really being in the habit of having heart to heart talks with people, he didn't have any usual spots for these things. He also remembered that there was a bird on his head, a worthless bag of feathers that had screwed up his hug. He'd have to do something about that.

As if reading his mind through the talons grasping the hair on his head, Teek took flight, gliding ahead of Flint and Summer, floating up to various perches and watching them pass, before flying ahead of them again, hooting happily all the while. "But you're gonna have to go first. I haven't gotten anything out of you, besides you wanting to date my owl, and your habit of reading lamps and tables. How are you, really?"

It was half a stalling tactic, really. Of course he cared how Summer had been doing, but he also found himself wishing something would interrupt them, prevent him from talking to her for too long, from saying something really stupid, which he'd managed to avoid doing so far.

Yeah, this year was going to be very different from the others. Flint could feel it.