(Holy hell all mighty Jesus Christ on a cross on Easter Sunday. It was sort of funny. Eddie had once overheard the big boys talking in the locker room about how there was this weird kind of spark you could get sometimes from a pretty girl. He'd never really understood it because the most he ever felt from pretty girls was nausea. Most pretty girls were pretty mean to him, or they just didn't notice him, or they had these really clean-cut judging looks that always made him feel like a complete idiot without even trying. Bev had been the first pretty girl who had ever been nice to him, and he still felt nervous around her.
He was never sure if that was a 'spark' or not.
It's somewhere between Jake's body stepping close enough to feel and Jake's hand adjusting his waist that Eddie thinks he finally gets what those older boys had meant by a 'spark'. It's a miracle he doesn't collapse when Jake moves his feet apart simply because of how his knees felt like they were filled with jelly.
As for anything Jake was saying? His mind was a white wall of screaming silence and he couldn't hear a lick of what Jake was saying through it. He was useless against the full-body blush he was feeling and part of him basically just wanted to die.
The only real saving grace is that Eddie's so tense and so out of it that he forgets about being shaky with the arrow. He automatically moves because that's what he's supposed to be doing! He pulls the arrow back and this time it goes sailing. It hits the tree. It doesn't land on anything prominent, nor does it stick, but it sure as hell was better than he had been doing. Even if it meant steam was pouring out of his ears from Jake having successfully fried his brain.)
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He was never sure if that was a 'spark' or not.
It's somewhere between Jake's body stepping close enough to feel and Jake's hand adjusting his waist that Eddie thinks he finally gets what those older boys had meant by a 'spark'. It's a miracle he doesn't collapse when Jake moves his feet apart simply because of how his knees felt like they were filled with jelly.
As for anything Jake was saying? His mind was a white wall of screaming silence and he couldn't hear a lick of what Jake was saying through it. He was useless against the full-body blush he was feeling and part of him basically just wanted to die.
The only real saving grace is that Eddie's so tense and so out of it that he forgets about being shaky with the arrow. He automatically moves because that's what he's supposed to be doing! He pulls the arrow back and this time it goes sailing. It hits the tree. It doesn't land on anything prominent, nor does it stick, but it sure as hell was better than he had been doing. Even if it meant steam was pouring out of his ears from Jake having successfully fried his brain.)