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James walked up and down the streets, on his way to a party, but not just any party this was Betty's party, and that was why he was nervous. As he walked, skateboard in hand, he started to contemplate why he was doing this, she probably didn't want to see him anyway.
He had truly fucked up with Betty.
He started to fidget a bit, running his shaky hands through his chestnut brown hair, and cracking all his knuckles. It was a nervous habit, people had tried to dissuade him from doing it, saying things like "You'll get arthritis when you're older" Or "Eventually, your bones will break from the constant pressure." But he didn't care, half of the things people said were probably made up anyway.
He reached Betty's street sooner than he had expected and let out a sigh. If only he had just been better, maybe he wouldn't have had to be doing this, apologizing, at her house, during her party, with all her stupid friends around.
Before he could start down the street, someone tapped him on the shoulder. It was a girl with tanned skin and chin-length curly brown hair. She was wearing light pink glasses, with fushia rhinestone polka dots on them.
"Hello, Inez," He said to her, immediately recognizing the gossip.
"Hi, James. What are you doing here?" She asked inquisitively.
"That's none of your business Inez, can't you let me live my life without bombarding me with questions every time I see you?" He asked, rhetorically.
"No," Inez stated plainly before walking away, obviously headed to Betty's.
James waited until the gossip was out of sight, then he slumped down under a tree and waited some more.
He had put his guitar in his bag, incase there was a chance to play betty the song he had made her.
He was incredibly proud of the song, having titled it "Betty" And wanted a chance to play it.
Having the time now, while he waited, he pulled out the guitar and started playing.
Betty, I won't make assumptions
About why you switched your homeroom but
I think it's 'cause of me
Betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard
When I passed your house
It's like I couldn't breathe
He was about to start the next verse, when he heard a voice.
"That was wonderful, I never knew you could play the guitar,"
James, surprised, looked up to see Taylor, a girl he didn't typically talk to but he knew that she was a very well-liked girl, and was always writing songs.
"Oh, sorry Taylor I didn't see you there," He said, apologizing
"No, no don't be sorry, that was awesome," She said, her electric blue eyes sparkling "You should play that for Betty, if she doesn't kick you out of her house that is"
James smiled a bit, but before he could thank her for her kind words she was already on her way down the street, towards Betty's.