#amy is also an awkward weirdgirl to me but shes less awkward than alex. godbless

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hi mars ^_^ im thinking 24 + amylex OR 20 + jam ..whichever ur heart desires

blossoming romance prompts ♥ 24. attempting to find out if they are single/available

(omg hai parker >_< these r both so wonderful but the amylex STRUCK ME with such a wonderous vision. i hope u enjoy some pre canon SILLY NONSENSE 💞)

"Do you think she's single?" Alex suddenly asks in the middle of a study session with Jay at the library. He taps his pen (the one that has been used to write exactly zero notes down for the last hour) against his chin, either purposefully or incidentally ignores the glare Jay levels at him from his seat across from Alex. He's perched horribly awkwardly in his chair, Alex notes when he stops looking away pensively.

"Who?" Jay asks, staring back down at the textbook he has laid out in front of him. Alex can almost feel the annoyance rolling off of him in waves. He finds it vaguely amusing.

"Amy," Alex says, as if it's the most obvious fact in the world. Jay huffs and rolls his eyes, and Alex throws a nearby eraser at him in response. "I'm serious! She's so pretty and nice and funny, there's like... No way, right?"

Jay rolls his eyes again, and Alex swears he's going to get his eyes stuck in the back of his head one of these days from just how often he does so. "I don't know and I don't care, man. I thought you invited me here to study, not talk about girls."

Alex snorts and finally looks down at his long since abandoned textbook. "We can do both. You seriously don't know?"

Jay lets out some sort of exasperated noise and shrugs. "Why don't you go ask her yourself? If anyone's gonna know, it's her. I don't even talk to her, man."

Alex makes some sort of thoughtful noise, taps his chin with his pen again. He supposes Jay is right, as much as he's not exactly thrilled at the idea. Thinking about Amy is a lot easier than talking to her — he's spoken to her a handful of times in their shared gen ed courses, but he always feels like he ends those interactions making a great fool out of himself in front of her. He supposes he's going to have to learn to get over that if he wants any semblance of a chance with her, though, so he nods resolutely to himself before finally allowing himself to turn his attention fully to his classwork for the first time today.

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It's a few weeks before Alex actually gets the courage to speak to Amy. He hadn't actually planned to do it that day, but the words had stumbled out of him. Amy had been late to class that day, a rare occurrence for someone usually so punctual. She had arrived in a flustered tizzy, sneaking into the back of the lecture hall and choosing the first seat she saw — which, of course, was the seat right next to Alex. He tried not to stare at her openly as she got her things out of the bag slung over her shoulder as quietly as possible.

"Hey," Amy suddenly whispers, and when Alex feels the heat of her body leaning into him slightly, he knows she's talking to him. He's distantly aware that his face is probably bright red. "Do you have a pen I can borrow?"

"Are you single?" Alex asks instead of answering, and his eyes promptly go as wide as dinner plates. Amy's eyes go wide too, and Alex thinks it's wishful thinking to hope that he's not imagining her face going red. He coughs, cringing terribly at himself as he goes digging in his backpack on the floor underneath his chair instead of acknowledging... any of this. He pulls out a pen after a minute of fumbling and shakily hands it to her, dutifully looks away from her face. He doesn't think he can bear to look at her face right now in fear that there'll be any sign of contempt in her eyes (the most beautiful shade of blue. He thinks he would gladly get lost in them).

Amy takes the pen with hushed gratitude, and Alex's whole body jolts with the way their fingers just barely brush together. He wants to hit his head against the table in front of him, feeling terribly mortified at just how easily she seems to effect him without even meaning to. He doesn't think any of this is what Jay had in mind when he had told Alex to just ask her himself.

Alex is just about to resign himself to a permanently Amyless life when suddenly there's a scrap of paper being quietly slid onto the desk in front of him. He looks down at it with wide eyes, half expecting it to be some sort of angry note written by Amy for being so awkward and clueless, but he's extremely pleasantly surprised to see a phone number along with a note that says yes i am :P i'd love to hang out with you. He finally chances a glance back over at Amy, only to find her dutifully paying attention to their professor with the prettiest little smile on her face. Alex can't help the way a smile spreads onto his own face as he stares back down at the note. He neatly folds it up and puts it in the pocket of his jacket with the decision to text her the moment he gets home. He distantly thinks he'll have to come up with a much cooler story to tell his friends how he managed to get Amy's phone number, but for now, the excitement is too much for him to focus on anything but the smile on Amy's face and the note sitting heavy in his pocket.

#amy walters #alex kralie #amylex #marble hornets #they r so sweet and sillay smiles #hope u LOVE THIS. i love alex being awkward and weird and infatuated #amy is also an awkward weirdgirl to me but shes less awkward than alex. godbless #im considering this my birthday gift to alex . Congrats king u are acquiring a girlfrand #idr what my fic tag was erm #lovely writes #goin with that yay #parker tag