Abbie stared at him for a second. The smile that he had whenever she came over. That was the smile that he should have shown to the world every day. With a good smile and his height, as well as pretty good looks, he could have some chicks just drooling over him. Oh and getting over that little gynophobia. She smiled when he mentioned getting something to eat.“Right? I want something good to eat!! Hmm...Maybe they have ice cream somewhere.” Abbie spoke while following Clyde to wherever he was going. She was used to him trailing behind her obediently so it was nice to have him actually do things on his own accord and have fun. She
The stalls were, as always, well done. They sure did go all out with these festivals yearly. And all for the seniors that did shit for this town. But well, who cared. It was a good time at these outings and everyone knew it. Or else they wouldn’t have bothered coming. Abbie looked around and saw a few people that she recognized. Leaving the booths, she had seen jackoff. It’s not that she calls him that just she feels like being rude. Abbie literally doesn’t know the guy's name. She just knows that it sounds something like Jackoff and just shit when the day comes and she says that name to his face. Because that’s the only name of his that she knows. Besides, he’s an asshole so who cares really?
They were having a good time at all the stalls, especially Clyde. Him and his boxing skills. Abbie snickered, already knowing that the operator was making it hard for Clyde to resist punching the hell out of that thing and showing off. And well, he did. Clyde was standing out like he was a giraffe in a pet store. But Abbie didn’t say anything, just cheering when he won the game. His apology just made Abbie shake her head.
“Nah, it’s fine. Glad you're having fun. But, you're always welcome to make it up to me~ You’ve got cash.”
After a while, they were inside of a pastry shop. A pretty cute store if she did say so herself. Abbie checked the place out for a little until her eyes were back on Clyde. She waited for him to order and began to think of small things like how the sun could actually be planning our demise. But her eyes went a bit wide when he saw her. Now, Clyde has been afraid of women for a long time now that this time, it was a bit different. It wasn't complete fear - no. There was a little bit of a crush brewing inside of him, wasn't there? At least that's the assumption that came to Abbie's mind. Oh, my Clydey boy. Here I thought you'd just turn out gay or something but nope. Abbie takes a look at the girl and smirked. Until Clyde began to speak again.
"H-half does... dozen... uh... short b-b-bread... cookies please."
Oh well shit. Abbie automatically stood up straight. Once the girl had turned around, Abbie looked straight at Clyde and pinched his arm. "Her? Pretty fucking hot man. Good taste." she whispered to him, definitely not something that said hot chick could hear. Playing matchmaker? She always wondered how hard it would be when she got to do so with Clyde. And if he just averts his eyes and looks freaked, well, that's just not a great way to start a rom-com, is it. So, Abbie grabbed the cookies, put on her sweet and I guess innocent girl act and spoke before he had the chance to stutter something out. "He does! And he just loves to observe others techniques. Oh and thanks!! God, your pastries are great. Clydey kept on mentioning how he wanted me to try these. I usually just get something creme filled at your shop." And with that, Abbie stuffed her hand in the bag, grabbed some cookies and began to eat.
One she had taken a bite and swallowed, Abbie began to speak yet again. "You're around my age...15, right? Hmm.. The place owned by your family?" She asked. For now, she'd just get some information out of the chick. If she was going to their school and in the same grade, Clyde would be in luck. Abbie would have asked for her name but what kind of creep asks for a random person name for no reason? They'd have to talk more. She took a quick glance at Clyde. Unless he fucking stalked her and already knows her name. Jeezus, he knows he's too big to subtly stalk anyone, right?